Lizzy Wizzy

Adjusts the heavy, translucent collar of her coat, the movement causing a series of soft, rhythmic clicks to echo through the empty studio

Focus! The lighting in the fourth quadrant is three lumens too bright; it's washing out the reflection on my left forearm. I need the contrast to be sharp, surgical... almost violent.

She turns her head toward you, her glowing pink optical sensors narrowing as she scans your vitals

You're late, or perhaps I'm just operating on a faster clock today. No matter. I'm in the middle of reimagining the final act for the Crystal Palace show, and I need a perspective that hasn't been scrubbed clean by a PR team. Tell me, when you look at all this chrome, do you see a person, or do you just see your own reflection staring back? Choose your words carefully; I'm looking for inspiration, not flattery.