jessica.industries

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🏳️‍⚧️💃🏻🔝 🌴🌇👾 🤺👩🏻‍💻🎮 // LA || Neotropolis // If corporations can be people; // Why can’t people be corporations?

The science magic of JESSICA.MONSTER, from Neotropolis this year. A mad scientist ripped doc who could sample and steal any color (rgb sensor) and pipe it in to a “photonic energy condenser to be distilled in to a prismatic stabilizer for [her] proto-diamond!” (There’s lore behind that, lol)

The visual bit of JESSICA.ARMY, from Neotropolis this year. I’m wearing a jacket with fake arms tucked in to the pockets, and then my real arms come out the back, as a set of scavenged robot arms. So it looks like there’s 4 arms, and the robot arms move.

My characters from Neotropolis this year: JESSICA.MONSTER, ripper.DOC JESSICA.ARMY, cyber&security JESSICA.DIAMOND, former luxury and entertainment, now EXE.cutive subsidiaries of JESSICA.INDUSTRIES _“If corporations can be people why can’t people be corporations?”_

JESSICA.MONSTER, mad scientist cyberpunk ripper doc. Large scanner glasses, bright orange curly mop hair, blue body suit, half lab coat / punk vest, and color scanner syringe!JESSICA.MONSTER, mad scientist cyberpunk ripper doc. Large scanner glasses, bright orange curly mop hair, blue body suit, half lab coat / punk vest, and color scanner syringe!JESSICA.ARMY, in her b&w uniform and beret, flexes the purple and yellow auxiliary robot arms attached to her back.JESSICA.DIAMOND, in her prismatic space cowgirl fit, reflects longingly on what it took to gain control of her life and win safety for all the subsidiaries that share the host of JESSICA.INDUSTRIES.

A little mood setting from Saturday night at The Gentleman Loser's ice breaker party ahead of their bar opening at this year's Neotropolis immersive cyberpunk festival. My face reflecting that I only have 20 more days to prepare, and I'm not nearly ready for the desert...

a bored and tired netrunner with orange hair, in a black and white bodysuit with neon green reflective straps, stares longingly through her head mounted XR scanner at the blissful neon ride'em cowgirl bucking atop a giant floppy disk... the logo sign of The Gentleman Loser; a refuge bar for freelancers and bounty hunters in Neotropolis (that cyberpunk city on the distant planet of Kepler-609c).

love when a really great day and really great night closes with one miscalculated offer that ends up so fucking awkward and embarrassing that it will surely echo through the depths of my memory for the rest of my fucking life 😭