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-- First Seen: 2008-09-26
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Strip 2 – Life in UWRS
Panel 1
Medium-close shot of Guy at desk looking at some paperwork, while speaking to someone via a headset he’s put on. POV could be from monitor or from a point either side of the monitor, we want to see his face.
This is the face of a man who hates his job even more than he realizes -- and yet has the sort of pride in himself that he undertakes to do the best he can at it. His eyes seem to express a permanent annoyance.
It’s also a bit warm in the office – he has taken off his jacket and has loosened his collar. He has a bit of sweat on his brow.
Caption: His day began as usual – he sat in row 5, cube 3, reviewing audit lists, processing settlements, scheduling prosecutions.
Panel 2
Wide shot of cubicle area. We see around a dozen occupied cubes but not necessarily the people in them, other office drone types of variouis shapes and sizes walking about or stopped in a cube doorway talking to its inhabitant. Everyone is in “shirtsleeves” (some of them wear armless shirts), all of them wearing their badges, a few fanning themselves with whatever papers they’re holding.
Caption: The UWRS offices were air-conditioned, but the temperature was set by law at 26°C.
Caption 2: Guy preferred winter, when the legal maximum was only 14°C – you can wear extra clothes in the chill…
Panel 3
Medium shot of Guy in his cube talking to some woman clerk – he’s handing her some paperwork. She is a 90-kg woman wearing clothes that used to fit when she weighed 55 – a stretch tank-top that’s not large enough to conceal the brassiere that doesn’t support well, and a pair of Post-Office-cut shorts – wide-cut legs that go to about an inch above the knee. It looks like she’ll burst out of them any second. Her ID Badge dangles from one of her shirt-straps.
He is sitting with his head at roughly her rib-cage level and looks at her sagging breasts with even more annoyance.
Caption 3: In the summer heat, there was a limit to just how much clothing you could take off.
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