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Woke up with that playing in my head, so I thought I’d share.
I’m glad that wonderful gang or weirdos got to have one genuinely kickass global hit before they broke up.
What hit, you say? Why, this one, of course.
And speaking of things I feel like sharing, may I present : Kit and Kay Kaboodle
WARNING : Pretty much ever panel of that sadly long defunct webcomic is NSFW AF.
And that’ because it was so very very me. It was joyously and marvelously pro-sex in a very positive and healthy and wholesome way, and I go through the archives now and then when I need a pick me up.
It always leaves me feeling good. It does my heart good to know that there are people like Richard Katellis and their friends out there who see the world of human (and furry) sex and sexuality the same way I do.
Namely as a big bright and beautiful world full of so many wondrous ways for people to give one another great pleasure and joy that it should be left as free as possible at all times and in all places and ways so that people can express their desires to the fullest and find their greatest and most satisfying release.
I mean, wouldn’t the world be a better place by far if everyone got as much of whatever kind of fucking they need whenever they wanted?
A satiated world is a peaceful and happy world. That’s what I believe. Call it pax orgasmus, if you will. People are so happy and calm when they have had their happy squirts for the day.
With enough fucking. the world could become a very mellow and groovy place indeed.
And while I have my own ideas as to how we might achieve this blessed state, odds that virtual reality will take us there before I ever could.
Not that we are anywhere near having VR sex good enough to replace the real deal. It’ still pretty much a bad joke even today.
But who knows. Maybe the new generation of scary good AI can do that, too. Lord knows it seems to be able to do everything else.
The latest terrifying news I saw showed how they can now take a THREE SECOND clip of your voice and use it to create a virtual voice that sounds exactly like you
.That shit gives me chills, man. Because of my poor eyesight, I identify people far more by their voices than their faces, so that really hits me where I live.
I always knew I would reach the point where the new technology scares the hell out of me, but I had no idea it would happen when I was only 50 or that it would happen in a way that feels so… invasive. And personal.
Not that I am against the new AI. You won’t find me talking about how we need to put a stop to the research so we can think abouit the consequences like so many other supposedly rational type people today.
For one thing, stopping it now is impossible. The way to make a thing like ChatGPT is well known to all who want to know now, and so that genie ain’t going back in the bottle.
But even if we could omehow unsummon this Djinn, I would be against it. I am fiercely pro-progress, and I am not going to change that just because progress has finally gotten around to scaring me personally.
Time can only ever go forward, folks. And it’s the same with progress.
Eventually, I will be left behind entirely. And I accept this.I already live in a world where I cling to my landline phone like a safety blanket and use an email client to get my email and where I still crave actual, physical, real books to read.
Eventually my little enclave will be complete and I will give up on the future entirely.
Have fun without me, folks. And try not to wreck anything we can’t fix,
More after the break.
An old idea
I’ve tried to write this story several times but could not make it work.
The idea is that the story would take place in what seems like a perfectly ordinary home of the present, with someone going through a perfectly ordinary day.
But little by little, weird little details creep in. The windows aren’t real… they’re screens. The sounds of suburbia… lawn mowers, barking dogs, car doors opening and closing, the soft sussurations of someone’s sprinkler system… are fake too, and on a loop. The home is completely free of dust and dirt.
Finally, the big reveal : the window screens deactivate and we see bizarre creatures barely recognizable as human peering in, and pointing and gesticulating as they jabber to one another in a language that sounds like bursts of high speed static to us.
Our protagonist waves wearily but cheerfully to these beings, and comes out of their house to pose for pictures with them.
It is then revealed that this “house” is actually part of a living museum where people whi consider our present to be a bygone innocent era where everything was “right” (or at least “normal”) gather to live as their ancestors did.
In other words, they are a lot like the Amish, only they stopped the clock at now.
I thought the story would be entertaining in its mystery aspect (people wondering WTF i going on) and its Twilight Zone reveal, but for me, the real point would be the challenge to our usual perspective it represents.
As patient readers know, I am all about perspective.
You can see how my earlier thoughts about my own little technological enclave of what i “normal” to me reminded me of this idea.
I know I keep saying this, but I should really write more fiction. It definitely scratches an itch mere blogging cannot reach.
Maybe I will steal a trick from Douglas Coupland and create a flexible fictional framework for whatever I happen to feel like writing.
Oh, this completely random bit of science fiction dropped into my urban realist literary novel? It’s um…. a story idea one of the characters talks about.
Yeah, that’s the ticket.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.