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Electric Bodies (2022)

In a future where human memory is recorded on cards and biomechanical bodies are replaced by biological ones, anyone can change appearance following their mood, as long as they can afford it. But people who can not continue to rent their expensive bodies and are forced to abandon them. This is what threatens Emma Beaufort.
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In a future where human memory is recorded on cards and biomechanical bodies are replaced by biological ones, anyone can change appearance following their mood, as long as they can afford it. But people who can not continue to rent their expensive bodies and are forced to abandon them. This is what threatens Emma Beaufort.

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Genre:Science Fiction
Directed By:Antoine Janot
Written By:Antoine Janot, Judith Godinot, Judicaël Eymard
In Theaters:3/11/2022
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Runtime:15 minutes
Studio:Les Valseurs, Tébéo, Tébésud, TVR

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