The Chronicle of Becky
Niki Brogen for Dr. Becky Steinfeld
Female, adult
Becky Steinfeld, a Bay Area native, goes from a PhD student in American History at UCLA in her late twenties all the way to the COO of OsAIris in three years. She’s 5’2” with mousy brown hair and hazel eyes, and is excitable about things she likes but otherwise prone to depression. (And she’s a bit too fond of good food and strong drink for her own good, especially when she’s thrown into a highly stressful job at OsAIris…!)
Becky’s historical research focuses on Alexander Hamilton and the Federalist Papers, but her job at OsAIris is to oversee research and confirm the historical accuracy of the personality profiles for the “digital people” (aka chatbots) the company produces to make them as realistic and lifelike as possible.
VA Note: About half of Becky's lines are her recording her audio diary, and the other half are flashback scenes. Consider the distinction between these two kinds of lines when doing your takes (see parenthetical).
VA Note 2: A major part of Becky's downward spiral includes her getting quite drunk/tipsy. Her third line is from one of these scenes -- show us how you can portray that!
- female adult
(recording an audio diary) April 25th , 2029. Dear Diary… I just got back from the OsAIris office – that’s O-S-A-I-R- I-S, a horrible pun – where I got to “meet” their version of Alexander Hamilton. They made an avatar from his portrait that moves and talks in real-time, which was impressive. But oh my god, his personality was so bad! Listen to this.
(talking to digital persona of Alex Hamilton) Oh, Alex… I wish you were, y’know, REALLY real. I want to take you around LA, show you how the country you helped to make ended up, for better and for worse. Hmm… maybe I can ask Alvin if we can make an app so I can bring Alex with me places on my phone? I think it’d be great for the company, as well as for me! Yeah… I’m going to email him right now, before I forget.
(super drunk, badly slurring her words) November 1st, 2032. Dear Diary… um, sorry I suck at journaling. (She swallows a whole shot of whiskey.) Alex is gonna be the president – he’s way ahead in the polls. An’ I don’t care anymore, Diary.