Foundation Cosplay
I am a big fan of the sci-fi series, the Foundation, on AppleTV. Imagine a world in the future where a genetic dynasty has existed for 12 000 years, ruled by the clone of the same man, Cleon. The Empire maintains 3 animated clones in the three phases of his life. Dawn, Day and Dusk rule a galactic empire getting a prescribed number of years of life before being replaced with an infant clone.. Some clones attain humanity and some fall to their own tyranny. To the robot caretaker, Demerzel, it does not matter; she defends Empire, with her life if necessary.
Sounds like a full proof plan for rule; but mathematics has progressed so far that it can predict a future and does indeed predict an end to the Empire; but also an end to everything. These half mathematicians and half mystics are shunted off to the outskirts of the galaxy with the hope they may find a way to prevent the disaster.
We are at season 3; the end is approaching but the excitement and fantastic story-telling continues. To celebrate the season finale episode, I took a shot at creating a Demerzel cosplay. I will drop a trailer for the show for comparison sake.
Excerpt from the Wisp ...
Surly Bob threw her an impatient glare and asked if she needed any help. The way he emphasized help made her think he meant mental help. Bara had been coming to the café since she’d been old enough to drink coffee. He still treated her like a stranger. She ignored his obvious disdain and ordered two Black Mountain Blends and a couple of croissants. While waiting for her order, she watched the backroom door for a sign of the new guy. It remained closed and any brooding teenage heart-throb hidden within and out-of-sight.
None too swiftly and like he was doing her the greatest of favors, Surly Bob poured the coffees and bagged the pastry. Bara paid and stepped over to the condiment table. She took her time adding cream and cinnamon, maintaining an eye on the backroom door.
Chimes rang again. Drusilla came in and sauntered over to the counter. Incidentally, she also watched the backroom door. She hemmed and hawed for what felt like a painfully long time, even to Bara, so to Surly Bob it was truly excruciating.
Finally she said, “I’ll have a chai.”
“A chai what?”
Surly Bob rolled his eyes. Drusilla acted confused.
Letting out enough air to inflate a balloon, Surly Bob sighed, “A chai tea? A chai latte? A chai muffin? What do you want? We gotta a lot of chai.”
Drusilla pursed her mouth and put one hand on a hip. She’d had this planned.
“Then why don’t you chai being nicer, dude?”
Apparently no longer thirsty, she turned on her heels and flounced out of the café. Surly Bob’s face … priceless. Bara fought not to laugh. She couldn’t help smiling. He shot her another glare. Time to go. She took one last look at the backroom door. No dark teenage god appeared. She shrugged and went back out into the bright sunshine.
The patio was empty. Both the Goths and Ragman were gone. Bara took a left and walked north, heading toward the tall clock tower looming ahead.
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