The Future of Sex?
by Amanda Murrell, University of the Sunshine Coast, September 3, 2004
Our sweet young heroine, healing from toxic relationships and feeling tired of personal politics, muses over her mochaccino about the future of sex. Random one night stands with strangers, she thinks, are fraught with possible dangers and risk of disease. What are the chances of finding someone to fulfil her needs and desires? She moves her gaze to the flickering screen.
"I'm over happily ever after," she breathes. "I'm converting to cyber-sex computercock." With the stroke of a few keys she unfolds her cyber-personality. 'Ms hot & wet', she giggles as she types, "what's in store for you tonight?"
Plug me in and dial me up. I need immediate intimacy. Give it to me. Open 24-hours. No waiting queue. No guessing who'll make the first move in the cyber-realm of sex. No painful polite conversation with potential partners. Stimulate me mentally with techno-sophistication. Magazines are not my scene. Ditto sex on the television screen. I want erotic interaction of the electronic new media order. And I want it now.
How masterfully I create the mask of my cyber-personality, weaving fantasy and perversity. Mischievous and devious. Make your own reality. No need to squeeze into a costume or category. Everything's permitted in our anonymity. Endless possibility.
And it's warts free. You don't see the little imperfections that make me me. No threat of disease. AIDS is a reality; virtual sex is cheap and clean. No unwanted pregnancy. Safety and variety guaranteed.
Interface with me, my beautiful broadband baby. Teach me how to push your buttons. I'll teach you how to push mine. The biggest challenge is exploring your intricacies.
This is a two-way stream, if you know what I mean. I want to make you scream out loud in your little computer cubbyhole. Suck my soul through the screen and merge with me. Human and technology. We're as close as two lovers can be. You melt with me so completely it's hard to know where I begin and you end.
Through the haze of post-coital cyber-union, our heroine is safe in the knowledge that this session comes to a close. She doesn't have to make an excuse to go. Or cater for conversation and coffee, gazing into the murky cup for a glimpse of love reflected back to her.
She muses over her future, bright with the possibility of techno-assistance in achieving her basic human desires. She can, she thinks, maintain a lengthy reign as cyber-sexual goddess. There's no fear of rejection. Satisfaction guaranteed.
Why would I ever risk a personal relationship again? I've got my friends for company. If you want me, plug in. That's where it begins and ends.
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DESIGNER: Max Fischmann , Design Major, University of the Sunshine Coast, Australia
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