"Is everything all right, sir?"
Eljay started from his latest project.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Amalthea, I was just a little focused on my new sleeve for the Con." He turned his middle-aged, chubby face to the companion/housekeeper CI he'd rescued from the metaphorical trash heap. She was currently sleeved in one of his first puppets, based on the human form of her namesake in Rankin-Bass' version of the Last Unicorn.
She tilted her head just so. "Sir you should get up and eat something and perhaps get some sleep if you're going to insist on keeping your original sleeve in working order."
He stretched. "When you're right, you're right." He chuckled. "What would I do without you, hm?"
"Stay up way too late and eat horrid junk that would kill that sleeve in less than a month?"
"I love you too, Amalthea." He stood from his work chair and stretched, feeling relief from each pop of a vertebra and his ribcage. He looked around the warehouse and smiled. He was finally working for Disney on the Star Wars sequels. He was looking forward to working with Carrie Fisher, Harrison Ford and the rest to get them used to either telepresence or sleeving. It really depended on how the meeting after Unicon went, and how impressed Hasbro was with the Celestia sleeve.
--VF is less of a "maverick like early Jim Henson" and more of a Ray Harryhausen or Stan Winston, with a penchant for showing up at cons in extravagant "sleeves." His star started rising through helping to outfit a Fen-poser Rock band who lost the "poser" part along the way, kind of like the leather shop that helped KISS get their classic look.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
Eljay started from his latest project.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Amalthea, I was just a little focused on my new sleeve for the Con." He turned his middle-aged, chubby face to the companion/housekeeper CI he'd rescued from the metaphorical trash heap. She was currently sleeved in one of his first puppets, based on the human form of her namesake in Rankin-Bass' version of the Last Unicorn.
She tilted her head just so. "Sir you should get up and eat something and perhaps get some sleep if you're going to insist on keeping your original sleeve in working order."
He stretched. "When you're right, you're right." He chuckled. "What would I do without you, hm?"
"Stay up way too late and eat horrid junk that would kill that sleeve in less than a month?"
"I love you too, Amalthea." He stood from his work chair and stretched, feeling relief from each pop of a vertebra and his ribcage. He looked around the warehouse and smiled. He was finally working for Disney on the Star Wars sequels. He was looking forward to working with Carrie Fisher, Harrison Ford and the rest to get them used to either telepresence or sleeving. It really depended on how the meeting after Unicon went, and how impressed Hasbro was with the Celestia sleeve.
--VF is less of a "maverick like early Jim Henson" and more of a Ray Harryhausen or Stan Winston, with a penchant for showing up at cons in extravagant "sleeves." His star started rising through helping to outfit a Fen-poser Rock band who lost the "poser" part along the way, kind of like the leather shop that helped KISS get their classic look.
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll