FINAL.psd: a stanford storyboard club anthology

The table was silent except for the
cracking of fried food, the snapping of
veggies, and smacking of molars. Blake
had given up on using the chopsticks.
He used his wrinkled hands to slowly
pick up the veggies one by one and
shoving the whole thing in his mouth,
ignoring the paint stains on his hands.
Kyle, on the other hand, was eating like a
minister in a royal reception. As the two were
half way through their meal, Kyle spoke up.
“Are you still working with that body?”
“No... I can’t.”
The last time Blake picked up his brush, his hands shook so much that his pictures
never turned out the way he wanted. Pictures of a face looked like a collaboration of
Picasso and a first grader, while pictures of scenery looked like Jackson Pollock’s art
drawn in the middle of an earthquake.
Kyle took a deep breath. “The best body I could find is a spare of our high end
warranty system. We didn’t have that many failed transfers, so they offered me the
body. But!”
Blake farted. “Uh... Sorry bro. My body can’t help it.”
Kyle’s serious face began to crack a laugh.
“But what? Let me guess. A human-droid hybrid?”
“Yeah. That’s the closest I could get to a purely biological body,” said Kyle as he
regained his composure
“You gotta be kidding me.” Blake put a palm on his wrinkled face.
“As long as people are not paranoid of being hacked, no company is going to make
pure bio bodies. Especially with Neurosync required on all computers.” Kyle pulled his
sleeve that was covering the chip on his left wrist.
Blake dropped a piece of food that he was about to eat. Fuck that veggie.
“According to company records, the last bio body in stock was sold 5 years ago.”
Damn it! Blake knew that he was quite fortunate to get his current bio body. But
he never thought finding one was quite hard. He remembered the first time drew a
picture of the night sky with this body. The picture was crude and messy due to his
inexperience with the body, but he felt something in this body resonate with his art so
much he had never changed his body since.
“If you insist on keeping that body, what did my friends say about treating it?”
“They didn’t even care to check. They just said go get a transfer to a new body.”
“True, my friends from med school don’t treat bodies if they don’t have to.”
“The doctor named Jason also told me to say hi to the dropout.”
“That sounds like Jason,” Kyle said while suppressing his smile. “Besides that,
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