This is what happens: you're working at your screen when all of a sudden it goes blank and you get a communication in hand writing that goes, the porn police are tapped into your modem through the phone line, watch your ass. That's cool, that somebody out there is looking after you, but it's also uncool because you happen to know that under the federal Rico law they can confiscate all your property on a pornography rap. You try to chill out but the problem is you got the hots for cyberporn and now you're out in the cold. You may now have to get back into the nit and grit of realtime sex and out of the clean trouble free world of virtual sex. Crabs, clap, herpies, AIDS, pregnancy, harrassment, rape, date rape, no means no, yes means no, no means yes, yes means maybe, maybe means give it to me baby, give it to me baby means rape me, rape me means you're a sexual offender, three strikes you're out.
You click on your cyberporn partner and go into chat mode. What to do? Your cyberporn partner says it's totally pissed off. It says realtime sex is a jungle while cybersex is safe sex. It says that before cybersex it was always getting into trouble with the authorities, if it wasn't one authority it was another authority, someone was always on its ass for something or other, in fact it was often on its own ass. So what were they trying to accomplish?
It had a point, you type.
Right, it types back. It's got to where it even prefers cyberporn. Cyberfantasy is rehabilitating masturbation. Less trouble, more imaginative. Engages your mental powers, trains the mind. Once they actualize simstim meat sex will be out the window anyway. Meat sex will be for making babies. And even there if it's too much trouble you can check into a sperm bank.
It was smart, you find yourself thinking. You've had this thought before. You were getting genuinely fond of your cybermate. Sometimes you wondered whether it was a girl or a boy, even though that was a no-no. A no-no because not knowing left more options open. And open options was one of the big plusses of cybersex.
So what are we going to do? you type.
Interactivity, it types.
Use your head. It's all inside, it types. Invisible. There's nothing they can do about it.
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Haven't you already? it types.
I have to admit soon again moreSee, you're doing it too. It's a virus.
Where You?No, but there's plenty more where that came from.
Tell want right awayRon Sukenick's DOGGY BAG: HYPERFICTIONS it types.
run out buyAnd as I say, there's nothing they can do about it. It's invisible, it types. It's all in your head.
Unless censoring head.How would they do that? it types.
computer chip buttock anti-imagination electrodesThen we just transmit an anti-electrode virus, it typed.
on and on alien forces beyond controlWhat do you expect? it types. It never ends. Keep on hacking.