Don’t want a real live boy, they give me grief,always make me cry into my handkerchief.So

Don’t want a real live boy, they give me grief,always make me cry into my handkerchief.So it’s a robot man I’m dreamin’ ofbecause I can depend upon a robot love, yeah!—“Robot Man,” Connie Francis (1960) It Keeps Right On a-Hurtin’#18 - Freeside IICollaborative Issue!Guest Artist: @comrade-shrimp / @jepsxyhnArchive Links«« First | « Previous || Next » | Last »»Read IKROAH on Archive of Our OwnNotes / Original Pencils / Transcript:NotesIt feels so good to be back on a pretty regular production schedule! Almost as good as it feels to go a round with Fisto!The art this ish comes from @comrade-shrimp​ (art blog: @jepsxyhn​), who did a great job with this issue, which is a lot more lighthearted than the previous one. I have so much love for them, and they brought so much necessary vibrancy to this issue; I’ve been wanting to experiment more with poppy, colorful backgrounds like this for a while, and they were an utter delight to work with. Everybody say “Thank you, Shrimp!” for doing such a spectacular job and for being so cool and nice.Original Pencils (click for full size):Since Shrimp took care of the art this time around, all I have are my original layouts for this issue, on top of which they worked their magic. These are really rough (and really old!) but I always really enjoy doing layouts like this for my guest artists. There’s definitely a certain charm to making something so intentionally loose and sketchy that still puts in as much detail as needed to get a good idea of what the final product will look like.One minor but funny difference between my pencils and Shrimp’s art is on the third page, where Agnes is stomping away from Cass and FISTO. Originally, I had Agnes drawn with her arms thrown up in the air exasperatedly. However, when drawing at production scale, it was impossible to draw her like that without it looking like she was pretending to be an airplane and flying away.Transcript:INT. the run-down workshop of CERULEAN ROBOTICS in FREESIDE.AGNES SANDS and ROSE OF SHARON CASSIDY stand in front of a PROTECTRON ROBOT encased in some sort of stasis capsule or holding dock.AGNES: No. Absolutely not.CASS: Do you want to get to Vegas or not? The Garrets are paying us more than enough caps to get past the credit check—all we need to do is get them new blood.AGNES: It’s a robot. It doesn’t have blood.CASS approaches a terminal attached to the ROBOT’S dock and flourishes a tape drive.CASS: Well blood ain’t the most important bodily fluid for its line of work going forward.CASS inserts the tape into the terminal with a chunky SLOT! sound.CASS: Let’s wake it up already.The terminal screen lights up, displaying console text: Operator Interface for Fully Integrated Security Technotronic Officer. Initializing Start-Up…Calibrating Protocol…New data flushes into the ROBOT’s system as it awakes, coming to life with a deep, growing hum.The dock’s display pane slides away, opening up for the ROBOT to step out and onto the floor of the workshop.ROBOT: GREETINGS…I AM FISTO…AND I AM PROGRAMMED FOR YOUR PLEASURE.CASS: Gets right down to business, doesn’t it?AGNES: …“Fisto?” Did you name it that?CASS: No, must have been part of Ralph’s tape. Creative bastard.FISTO: PLEASE ASSUME THE POSITION.AGNES, unnerved, starts walking away.AGNES: Fuck, that’s…skin-crawling. Let’s just bring it back to James already, okay?CASS: Now hang on…AGNES turns back around, in horror.CASS is throwing herself at FISTO like a fawning supermodel, arm playfully draped around its “shoulders” and leg hoisted up against its chassis.CASS: Aren’t you at least a little curious as to what this thing can do for a woman?AGNES: Fuck no!! What’s wrong with you?CASS: Come on, Agnes, loosen up a bit!FISTO: FISTO OFFERS GREAT COUPLES RATES.AGNES, reflexively, hovers her trembling hand just above her holstered pistol. She speaks through gritted teeth.AGNES: Don’t you dare bring that…that thing…that literally fucking thing anywhere near me.CASS: Suit yourself—but I’ll try anything once, and I’m not passing up a freebie when I see one.AGNES makes a furious about-face and storms away from CASS and FISTO, heading out of the building.AGNES: Fine!! Go fuck the robot! Have fun!CASS: Oh we will, Agnes!FISTO: ENGAGING CLIENT…DISPENSING MASSAGE OIL… (WHHHRR…)EXT. CERULEAN ROBOTICS.AGNES leans against the wall across the courtyard from the workshop entrance, smoking a cigarette. From the opposite door come the sounds of FISTO’s many “functions.”SFX: SKREEEEEE, BEEP BEEP BEEP, SMAK, CLANK CLANK CLANK, DZZZZTTTT, SPLUTSuddenly, the sounds cease, and it’s quiet in the courtyard. AGNES looks up.CASS emerges from the workshop door. She’s out of breath, sweaty, and her face is deeply flushed. She has to lean against the door frame just to stand up.CASS: Oh, man, Agnes—you, uh, wouldn’t happen to have any more cigarettes, would you?AGNES scowls. -- source link
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