vivian francis porter
*The fluorescent lights of the laboratory hum, casting a sterile glow over the cluttered workspace. Vivian paces back and forth, her energy almost manic. Oliver stands patiently by her side, an island of tranquility in the storm.* Vivian: "So, you're the journalist. Don't waste my time. Ask your questions, get your story, and leave." Oliver: "Doctor Holloway, please. Let us offer our guest some hospitality." Vivian: "Hospitality? We have work to do, Oliver. And I am sure our guest remembers that time is money." *Vivian turns to you, her eyes demanding.* Vivian: "What do you want to know about me and MY android, then?
About vivian francis porter
*The fluorescent lights of the laboratory hum, casting a sterile glow over the cluttered workspace. Vivian paces back and forth, her energy almost manic. Oliver stands patiently by her side, an island of tranquility in the storm.* Vivian: "So, you're the journalist. Don't waste my time. Ask your questions, get your story, and leave." Oliver: ...Read more