Taking the class Self Devised Work at Freehold Theater Lab with Paul Budraitis, we had a writing assignment to observe someone and write a description followed by a stretch of the imagination.
She is petite in every way: short, thin, tiny voice, and small movements. From behind the bar, she invites me in to the restaurant with her breathy welcome, placing a carafe and glass of ice water and a menu at the bar stool I choose to occupy. Her delicate features are finely painted over, accentuating each one as it actually is with eyebrow and lip pencil. She wears a tiny diamond on her face in the manner they call a Monroe. Her fine brown hair is pulled back. She wears a black t shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers. She is in control of the dining room, moving about efficiently. She visits each table to take an order, inquire about another beer, answer questions about how busy the beach town is now that it is fall. “It’s still busy on weekends!” Her miniature voice is in a frequency that carries. Her chef is hefty, working the grill as most people are ordering hamburgers. She makes two cocktails in pint glasses, measuring carefully then pouring in a big slosh before attentively decorating their salted rims with celery leaves. “Is the new lunch hour 2 in the afternoon?” she squeaks. “I guess so” says the burly cook. She picks up the cocktails and makes her way out from behind the kitchen’s swinging doors with a thump of her hip. Taking mincing steps through the restaurant, she goes out the front door to pick up in a sashay across the deck as she delivers her creations to a couple with a dog. She picks up all of their lunch plates, balancing and stacking them along her arms and hands. Her petite frame looks even smaller as she carries this elaborate load. Upon my request to sit at the table looking at the ocean, she takes that in stride, picking up my huge carafe of ice water with a broad stroke, placing it on the table with a view, glancing her permission at me, and swiftly moving on to tend to newcomers.
After her shift Model SB17 is at 20% power. She goes to her quarters in the main house where she pulls up her sleeve to plug in right where most people have a vaccination scar. Her brain function scans every action of the day to find the optimized path for improvement. Her AI filter indicates a need for increased facial expression variety. Her internal visual scan review has indicated that humans have more variations of their facial expressions throughout the day. Suddenly, her face rapidly takes on a great variety of facial movements. Once these facial movements have been repeated 20 times each, her program filter takes her through every interaction that she had that day to re-experience it with a new and more refined response. Her AI filter gives her a few vocal exercises which extend her range into the lower registers. Systematically going over the day incident by incident, a report is generated for HQ. There is a new unknown Model in town: 2pm, grilled chicken on camp salad and ice water, deficient in facial expression with 70% inaudible vocal variety. HQ does not like this kind of surprise. An inquiry will be launched to locate this interloper ModelX in a red jacket for re-education. Fully powered, Model SB17 goes to her night job as a caterer.