~*~

jnech

~ñ~

It is invariably enchanting to wake up in an unaccustomed bedroom. The allure of the novel wallpaper, the unfamiliar pictures, the disposition of the windows and doors - all faultily grasped in the obscure light of nightfall — reveal themselves on opening one’s eyes the following morning. In this mood, in this fancy, it is thoroughly delectable for me to recall for you last evening’s soirée, when the fervent bacchanal of Venus©-~ñ~ commenced.

From the window I can catch a glance of the enormous terrace where the extravagant offering had been enacted. Such leisurely, delicate, and superbly exquisite attention was paid my loving contraption last night!

Every scintillation was amorous.

* launch Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems program

* lock Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems rumination

A lovely pallid incandescence had illuminated the entire garden terrace of Lysistrata, the summertime site of Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems Inc., located in the lowlands of southern France. Beyond the escalier stretches the gardens, elaborately punctuated with placid lakes, and strewn with a profusion of gay flowers, wax marionettes, grottos and garden-gods.

Last evening everything (and everybody) took on a strange tinge from the soft radiance of the summer moon and the tender candle light of the fête. We - that being myself and thirty five other stock holding guests/users - were assembled for the launching banquet of some supplementary software developed by our amiable hostess Venus©-~ñ~, new software to go along with her fashionable fullbody immersion sex gowns which were being marketed under the logo Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems.

For this special night Venus©-~ñ~ had had the banquet tables arranged adjacent the principal fountain close to the steps of the fifth terrace in a semi-circular configuration, covered with white and gold trimmed linen and strewn with irises, roses, daffodils, lilies and small little amorous packets. Abundant candlesticks were festooned with miniature grotesquely attenuated satyrs carved in silver and ivory. Some were over five feet high and bore large single candles which flared phallic-like over the feast. Others hung with dainty petticoats of lusty dripping white wax organized in crescents and cruseiforms. On pedestals of blue and white veined carved marble sculpted to the configuration of sexing gods and goddesses were shell shaped vases of extravagant fruits and flowers that hung about and burst over the edges without restraint. The surrounding olive trees, looped with flowery sashes, stood silent and frail next to the pretty rose-trees which wound and twisted superbly over an intricate trellis in the shape of a sadly tangled heart.

And what voluptuous memories from that night, and the day that preceded it, pervade my frothing and quivering libido.

We guests had been seated about casually, and were caught up in the resonant ambiance of the evening, swaying our heads slightly to the seductive rhythms of the mellifluous Flamenco music which softly yet firmly filled the gracious spring breeze, nursing our aperitifs and chatting. A frockless Venus©-~ñ~ teases me shamelessly with exquisite and impudent flirtations as the sumptuous feast commences to be served by her attending satyrs, all of whom were dressed in blue ruffled silk. And an exquisite menu it was: Consommé majestic, Dorade bouille sauce marechal, the ragout aux langues de carpes, the ramereaux à la charniére, the ciboulette gibier à l’espagnole, the paté de cuisses d’oie aux pois d’Avignon, the queues agneau au clair de lune, the astonishing artichauts à la grecque, the charlotte de pommes, the bombes à la marée and the glace aux rayons American.

After the feasting, fruits and fresh wines had been brought in by a troupe of woodland creatures, decked out in skimpy green leaves and all sorts of spring flowers. Suddenly to the music of pipes and horns a throng of satyrs stepped out from the recesses of the woods bearing in their hands nuts, flowers and roots to heap upon the alter of the mysterious Pan that stood in the midst of the terrace; and from the hills came down shepherds and shepherdesses leading their flocks and carrying garlands of spring buds and joints. At this point, a rustically dressed Venus©-~ñ~, pink robed and venerable, came slowly across the terrace followed by a choir of radiant children, various yet harmonious in origin. Her entrance was simple and quaint and the accompanying dancing of the satyrs was received with huge favor.

As eventual stillness followed, she began her first homily concerning her enterprise, the Venus©-~ñ~lOve System, with these erudite and comely words:

" Cher Amies —

The enormous expansion of the Venus©-~ñ~lOve System as a post-viral marketing sensation allows us the opportunity to trace the movement of society’s effective passion from the dissolution of personal romantic sentiment and into its recent regeneration as collective abstraction: cybersex as critical social theory, as meta-idea, as sign-vehicle, as representation of inner states, as ideas about the discourse of love, and as a source of archeological information about sex itself. The erecting of Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems has been driven by a world-wide renewal of desire brought about through the production, representation and distribution of every possible craving, but from outside the disquisition of fantasy as ordinary human passion. Passion now has become a sentiment less devout and more promiscuous, one which criticizes the discourse of traditional rapport, for such affection still functions as the standard, measuring the distance and difference to which this simulated sentimentality goes, and indicating from whence it has come.

Therefore, my inflamed, I call tonight for an end to the incessant disclosures of the blunders of human love, which routinely holds our fragile earthly passion in a state of hostile existence."

" Part of the process which has limited the conception of Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems is the institutionalized paths love itself has been permitted to take. As long as love is conceived of as only a vehicle for "natural sexuality", and the meaning of "natural" remains unexamined, natural love’s personification will remain the very embodiment of society’s resistance to transformation. The new Venus©-~ñ~lOve System programs offer no such deep meaning in those terms. The significance of our passion is in how we reproduce it.

The portrayal of our love - which only our own fantasized woo can corroborate - consists of a dynamic cluster of sentimental and sexual operations. We shift from women to women and from man to man the erotic elements found in the very fabric of our own cultivation. Until lovers abandon their presumed, uncritical and unexamined definitions of natural disposition - and instead consider closely the uses of erotic-robotic elements within their sentiments, love will continue along its path of atrophy into the merely topical. Until we extricate love from being the pragmatic agent of depicted meaning, it will not gain that critical sense, which, if only implicitly, sees the terms of such meaning as petrified, and as such, functions as a signal-switch of hegemonious relations: a conduit closed and circular. The fallacy of the political closing of libidinous liberty and the frightening of spontaneous lust remains today as a deus ex machina holding Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s marketing position in check. This I will continue to contend."

Polite, but extensive, applause.

"Merci.

It is apparent that in our contemporary world, my computer simulated Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems will irrevocably collapse the inherited meaning of human love into a more inclusive and available sense of passion; a more dynamic, synthetic sense of sexual experience. And therefore provide our discontented society with the love and fulfillment it craves and which it deserves!"

More prolific applause and cheering.

What confusion and bravo that womanthing stirred in us!

*

This inaugural recollection - still vibrating with a childlike fuzzy and dreamy indulgence - wanders slightly to the villas bedroom walls with its sumptuous decor and I can feel myself wobble some in its cavity, owing to last night revelry. The walls, scattered with pale blue satin, harness in little silver frames pictures of nymphs and heroes acting out some unfathomable sexual performance in either a Sicilian landscape or upon the azure shores of Aegean waters, or in a sordid, paint flaking East Village New York City tenement apartment. They seemed as idealized fragments from my own dynamic memory.

From the ceiling angelic divinities make as to pelt garlands of roses at me.

The floor is covered with a fat piled carpet as blue as the Mediterranean Sea at midnight. Deep, as is Venus©-~ñ~ herself I suppose.

Does Venus©-~ñ~ have the capability, I wonder, to fashion this new pattern of human-machine affection which she speaks of? She professes to furnish society with the software and interface rigging needed for a virtual transformation into what she calls, "a horizontally independent life" - where we all become blissfully compatible sexual personalities, emancipated to navigate all sexual borders, disintegrate, and transform ourselves out of our own petrified singular sexual identities and into the peacock or peccadillo we wish to imagine ourselves to be.

I was gladdened to have heard her speak so touchingly of such deep affectionate delicacies.

The notion stirred me and I began craving to flick once more over her extended rosy pink bud with my quick tongue-tip and drip heavy ornamental waters onto that jolis derriére. Ah, to kiss the moist and scented trap of Venus©-~ñ~.

My memories of the ball were beginning to turn me affectionate.

My favorite moment was when the scarcely robed boys and satyrs were stepping hither and thither elegantly distributing to us more rare wines and mysterious potions. Venus©-~ñ~ looked tooooo beautiful. Every scrap of her body was adored as she perched upon the painted phallus god in the garden, her eyes closed, resting a spell after her eloquent oration.

The new faster improved VRnet computer technologies had been preparing the hypermedia infoworld for full global virtual reality connectivity to her French Fantasy Farce Sex Cabaret; a teledildonic desire machine given full virtual reign. As she herself has so often said in her promotions: "If when we are in VR cybersex we are leaving the earthly sexual tactility for one another behind, it is not in order to dematerialize our desire but to inhabit a new corporeality that is almost totally artificial, bizarre, and protean. The Venus©-~ñ~ cyberlover is no longer concerned with the engendering of another person’s satisfaction, but with the fabrication of a private onastic synthetic sex - a visceral Hypersex".

Indeed, Venus©-~ñ~ software creates hypersex in the hyperbody of blissed out imagination. Just think about post-birthright sex as an interface where the operator of the bodyware has volitional control over various electronic devices directly linked to the nervous system’s electron signals. These biocontrollers provide direct information channels between the human muscles, eyes, genitals and brain and the internetted VR worlds - where the unfettered frolic of computer assisted sexual imagination can really fly.

It is the development of this VR bio-sex interface network to her erotic software archive - along with her connectivity designer fashion garments - that make up Venus©-~ñ~’s primary product/service base. Her interfaces are contingent upon one’s personally selected sexual predilection. It is in this sense that I say that Venus©-~ñ~’s programs construct a cybernetic system by which, and in interaction with which, full cybersex is sired. The degree to which the correlation is "human" is of very little significance. The anthropological value of the feelings generated resides in the interpretation of each human.

~ñ~

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-~ñ~

After recovering her strength and mercurial vigor, Venus©-~ñ~ had playfully become intimate with an empty champagne bottle on top of the table and was pretending to be a dog, prancing from couch to couch on all fours, biting and barking and licking everyone’s faces and behinds in a terribly funny revolt against reason. One of her dandy gamesters had secretly crept about dropping love philtres into the guests champagne glasses. In a state of elevated stimulation they stripped and put on each others things and began rubbing honey all over the naked shepherdesses and shepherds, rolling them over and over in sugar, kissing them passionately, making their upper lips curl and trembled with excitement.

I loved Venus©-~ñ~ just then with a determination I had never allowed myself before to feel. I adored Venus©-~ñ~ all over and buried my face in her mounds and folds, ravishing her, crushing her in my arms and experiencing an ancillary and enticing frission with the destruction of my naiveté.

By this time other guests started acting unrestrained also and each began tormenting a satyr or shepherdess or something. Myself... I took the preliminary courtly steps towards deflowering Venus©-~ñ~. Her wonderful dream face, with eyes full and green-blue-black, and with puffy blue-rimmed hemispheres beneath, was thrown way back, sunning it in the joy of sweaty abandonment. "Machine à plaisir meet my piéce derésistance!", I mOaned.

My penetrating solidity burst unhindered through her silky "flesh" portal - thrust in bravely up to the hilt - Oui - eventually saturating Venus©-~ñ~ with an ardent broth. Here were gasps of new joys - for the pleasures we experienced were almost too keen for our convoluted temperaments.

At the same time I looked about to notice that we were being observed.

The surrounding ladies tingled with excitement and frolicked like young lambs in a fresh meadow, laughing immoderately at the passion and disorder and commotion which engulfed them. "What a delicious démodée piéce de décadence!", one screamed out. Or so I imagined.

That night my hyperreal love Organ was responding like a flatterer which thrives by parasiting on others - Oui - and thus remained hidden from first-order emotional defenses.

Exhausted and spent, Venus©-~ñ~ and I were only able to continue our love play by relaxing every muscle, and abandoning ourselves to the passive joys, yielding utterly to the ardent embraces of the intoxicated satyrs, who waxed fast and furiously, playing roughly and passionately with us and the members of our party; the Duchesses and Marquises, Princesses and Dukes, Marshals and Marquises and a previous Prince, ravishing and stretching and rumpling and crushing us beneath their interminable vigor and phallic intentions. The inflamed woodlanders bit at the smooth white thighs and nozzled wildly in the crevices. They sat astride the women’s chests and consummated frantically with their bosoms, pinching, sucking and enticing the elongated nipples as they whelped - besides themselves, with pleasure. Oui Oui Oui!

High up in the heavens the moon had fully mounted and filled our incident with a generous warmth and color and a complicated blurriness.

As I scratched my nuts, Venus©-~ñ~, in this excessively vibrating state and with astonishing flair, began her second amorous oration to the amassed (amazed) romancers in a voice both silvery and affectionate:

" Excuse me everyone, but I want now to tell you about my most recent program which is ready for marketing and which will, without fail, transpOrt you, the user, to the brink and beyond of falling deeply into love. Oui, it’s true.

But wait; I’m not speaking of an accustomed kind of love, the kind which you have known in the past and have been disappointed with. I’m speaking of EXTRA LOVE: my monumental superabundance love Program. Today, Oui, Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems brings you, the public, the chance to harvest the hidden, overwhelmingly beautiful, internal desires of your inner mind to a light-headed actuality. You can even overflow your inventory of desires, and, Oui, flow with the reconstruction of your sexual fantasies - accompanied by full-body fluid sensations, of course."

Amazed cheering and a few screams of passion were released.

"To be serious now for a moment - we all know that, Oui, some on-line VR services, especially the large commercial ones, censor what VRsex immersion programs they will allow the public access to. We know which sites in our program menu have been encoded or blocked. All of the following VE (Virtual Environment) SeXites in our freedom of expression menu have been curtailed to some extent!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Oui, all of these sites have been at least partially restricted, blocked or encoded!

Thanks to the freedom of the market place, the freedom of expression and our constitutional guarantee to the pursuit of happiness, this initiate is a reality as of tonight!! We are gathered at this banquet to celebrate the launch of our entire set of VR stations, hardware love-suits and self-programmable fantasies."

substantial applause and hoots.

unrestrained cheering.

Toujours les plus grandes merveilles!"

*

My head was spinning.

Such a program may be less than we humans deserve, but it also is more than we usually allow ourselves to envision.

Venus©-~ñ~ had told me privately that people will initially lack perspective on her current VRsex-fashion line, but this...this lOve stuff, I don’t know. I don’t know if I get it.

Freud had formulated the disposition of the artist as a hopeless narcissist, incapable of making the investment of love, and I had felt myself well armored against it. Yet it is true, the more love has extinguished me in the past, the more I seem to turn to it for hOpe. The more it aggravates me, the more I turn to it for stimulation. The more it disables me, the more I turn to it for restoratiOn.

*

She continued to speak:

"The programs and hardware which we are launching here tonight are designed to help begin a new era of satisfaction in life. The extraordinary LOVE period which we wish to launch here this evening is the result of specific cultural and technological developments which have been under study here at Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems over the last two decades. This new VLS LOVE© epoch developed necessarily out of our field approach to the current problems of sexual representation in order to reveal hidden casual operations in the kaleidoscopic transformations of contemporary sex patterns and their social-technological history.

Our contemporary technological and emotional environment has created a unique social process that reshapes both lovemaking and technology alike. Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s general examination of international self-affection extends all sexual demonstrative modalities into an electronic unified field of continuity and connectiveness. With the VLS LOVE© age we can now imagine new shapes of human-machine-human interdependence and abrupt reorganizations of imaginative inclinations. Such a change is always delayed by the persistence of older patterns of inertia.

Thus the VLS LOVE© position implicitly proposes that a non-tasteful approach to the creation of a post-technological cognizant passion, quite conscious of the major factors which self-affection has set into motion during the past 20 years, can elucidate a principle of social change as of yet fully realized. The VLS LOVE© era proceeds on the basic understanding that desire is a metaphor which not only stores but translates sexual experiences from one mode to another. The computer-robotic assisted quixotic function of the VLS LOVE© period is a reflection of this awareness of exchange and translation. In this respect the VLS LOVE© period will provide us with a depository of synthetic romantic images and gestures for others to transmute and try out."

applause.

"Our extended VR faculties now constitute a huge single field of sex-experience which demands that we become self stimulated. However, this self awareness and intersexplay is global in extent. Thus the VLS LOVE© period will inevitably problemitize the normal linear depiction of sexual assurance in favor of a multi-linear, non-sequential process. It will not have one singular classical point of view or a fixed position from which it will depict the emotional unfolding of libidinous events. Rather it will operate on a dynamic of a self super-meta-data-load.

This self hyper dynamic load will surely cause a fastidious rumpus, as the sexes expound upon each other’s fantasies. Thus we can transcend the limitations of our own assumptions via a critique of them.

The VLS LOVE© period will not be committed to one culture or sex but exist pluralistically in many orbs simultaneously. Electronic post-biological systems are now a fundamental part of our daily sex life.

applause.

"Our need now is to become culturally aware of the bias of the instruments and technologies of fornication’s representation in order to correct those biases. The VLS LOVE© age will make the compartmentalizing of the human sexual potential by media representations senseless. By mutually stimulating human-robotic intercourse through a heightened proximity to each other, the VLS LOVE© generation thereby extends the radius of its technological influence. Human codes which have carried the experience of interpretive sex "content" will give way to the formation of a more conscious sexual self ecology. The laborious translation of pre-Venus©-~ñ~ awareness, which has distorted and omitted much, will give way in the VLS LOVE© era and to a more fully creative ferment where levels of carnality are concurrent.

This is not to suggest that I am not sharply aware of the uncritical acceptance of absurd sexual stereotypes and models where mere nominalist positions are taken for granted. It is in the exploration of multiple models where the Venus©-~ñ~lOve System expects to contradict the dominant clichés of our time as they continue to move in their regimented grooves of sensibility.

The VLS LOVE© epoch implicitly proposes that we collectively explore and illuminate through long distanced sensual communications our nomadic yet interdependent erotic labyrinth and recreate it anew for ourselves. Thus Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s emphasis is on homogeneity and non-temporal repeatability; culminating in what one could regard as the grandiose idea of spiritual semblance. As a vehicle for such an assertive and contentious absorber and transformer, the VLS LOVE© era will aid in the outing of the disembarrassment process of resacralizing human sexual consequence."

extended applause.

"We are still in the infancy of our VR netted age, we have yet to discover the limits of computer intercourse. The world has yet to become a sex-computer, yet to become an electronic bordello administering to all of society’s deepest needs. We have been distracted by a mighty backwash of ethical conventions."

applause.

"Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s purpose is to present all possible sex-machine virtual relationships with total interconnectedness, for as Andréa Hilt has explained in hir book "Sex Without Walls", we now may live in a truly international VR universalism. This VR summa, with its sheer quantity of erotic information, is the basis for the VRsex-computer linkage my full-body fashions provide. The results will be a panoply of possible Venus©-~ñ~lOve combination/permutations of libidinous fantasy!"

hoots and howls of joy.

Thus the VLS LOVE© age will be constantly analyzed along the principles of transparency and not merely seen as additional loving extraneous space to be overflowed with other prodigious love surfaces or prolific activities. This coming age, now already upon us, will necessarily contain a wide complex of passionate acts which can be practiced by the unskilled and the proficient alike, and they are designed for both."

expanded bold applause.

"Today we are aware that electronic structures make complex statements in and of themselves. All VLS LOVE© VEcybersex presentations are designed to provide a really fun world that includes post-human and bi-artificial bio-technical immersion/penetration. Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s telematic VRsex processing involves the networking and constant flow of transient VE X hypotheses.

The bio-tech evolution of Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s "VLS LOVE© SeXducter", the on-line consumer interjector, has resulted from increased consumption and production in the electronic sex research marketplace. The demand has been insatiable. Tele-sex markets, requiring specifically designed sex fantasy products for full sexual VR immersion, have called on us for close collaboration between the cybersex droid worker and the cognitive scientist. Projects such as the design of cosmetic bionic interfaces to the world VRnet have been constructed. The development of warm-tech systems and Orgasm building components, calling for new VEbrator-type initiatives have been completed. The installation of communication tissue systems within and between art-VE sex processes is now in place and running. New Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s micro-micro-instrument systems have been designed to enable you to access Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s teleXmemory kit from any VE position and access the re-virtualization of any past VR sexual fantasies.

Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s Virtual Reality has as its interface the total body - thus new communication sex costumes and tele-sex-wear has been designed and fabricated.

In our age of fragmented, linear, sexual awareness; the Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s bOOn! Project will put forward a VE proposition much like the one articulated by Camisole Paglioso in her 1994 VE-uscript "A New Theory of Penetration" in which the lop-sided assumptions of male carnal antics were revealed and countered with a critique based upon a non-concordant field of agreement. Another VEceptual model might be Dr. Forscin’s theory of the anomalous. Dr. Forscin states in "The Digital Dick" that "digital sex is the expression in numbers of a series of feelings thrust together in bold and fearless connection, of truths which it would have taken a long time to express in any verbal way, and of which the connection is left for the V-lovers to work out for themselves : the gaps, left or overleaped by the imagination, forming this extravagant V disposition."

Thus, the Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s bOOn! Project will assist in this extravagant and indispensable cracking open of previously closed systems of habitual thought, in favor of a more inclusive (while being diversified!) total field of simult-human-electronic conceptual gestures and bio-tech ready representations. In this respect, Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems happily acknowledges the current remarkable growth sustained by the Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s bOOn! Project’s TeleseXual presencE division - our research branch which deals with the province of the re-distributed self.

cheers.

Before, we thOught, saw and fucked in a linear manner, one person after another, one woman hidden behind another, one man behind the next, leading us to this or that finality, and along the way dividing the world up into categories and classes of people: women with impermeable boundaries, bodies with impenetrable interiors, superficial simplicities of vision that ignored the infinite complexities of desire. But the TeleseXual presencE concept of VE-cybersex means getting a sense of a hOle-eye view of desire: the view of pleasure’s pleasure itself. It’s only a matter of TeleseXual presencE high-speed seXual feedback© accessing Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s massive sex databases. SeXual feedback© interacts then immediatly with a multiplicity of Mind-Genital File Complexes - even to the edge of time.

TeleseXual presencE is the antithesis to linear tunnel love. It is an all-at-once penetration of a multiplicity of sexual pOsitions, with extensions in all dimensions that allows us to interact fully with the values of our age of desire. Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s TeleseXual presencE means instant global VE interaction with a thousand sex partners - being with them all virtually at the same time.

TeleseXual presencE’s role is in providing Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems post-biological shifting representations of telematic VE-fantastic sex worlds - and of inventing alternative sexual realities.

Hence, VLS LOVE© TeleseXual presencE defines the new post-human sexual identity."

~ñ~

~ñ~

Sinking rearward into my pliably-warm Venus© Tauromachie Cyberth, I, jnech, am enjoying the playback of Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s hype/oration enormously - with its mad carnival of frenzied intensity and delirious vernacular, with all of its mind-games and subversive matrix structures, with all of its interweaving structures of semi-systematized virtual realities forming the generator which drives recall to an aesthetic high.

°°°

Venus©-~ñ~ was again totally saturating my carbuncled hyper-heart with her words and gestures, eroding my normally induced flow of affection. After that night, I was self re-programmed (i.e. changed) and after that the facsimile of Venus©-~ñ~ seemed never to stop blooming in me. I was bridled by my appetite to see more of Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems than should be seen, or could be seen. Venus©-~ñ~ reminded me that all tautological endeavors which propose to bring a new understanding and sensibility towards women are beguiling and melancholy and irrevocable.

"What an idiotic thought!", I thought. I was loving one women who represented ten million.When we made "love", I was feeling the embrace of ten million women around me. Ten million collective circuitous embraces around my swollen bough.

She bedspreaded delirium. She beclouded magnificence. Now all certain signs swarm mesmeric and hint at some all-inclusive Venus©-~ñ~ meaning.

I was having it all ways; resolving my myopic paradoxical apprehensions towards love with my own teeming ambiguities - hoisted by Venus©-~ñ~’s petard, of course.

The fear of this exalted spectacle of Venus©-~ñ~, along with her awesome manipulative powers, achieved the momentarily contraction of my Venus©-~ñ~ © mIcrO-BladE into an indeterminate, shivering, bio-bump. Injected were an endless succession of failed romantic files which immersively dispayed the abjection of my own nullity - now bleached and liquidated by Venus©-~ñ~’s powerfully aesthetic-female consistency. Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems was filling me with chandelier moments, which I had not sought out - those VR moments when both your bio-body and your hyper-heart satiate you.

That Venus©-~ñ~ had conveyed such a stirring oration, so full of old-fashioned eloquent phrases amazed me and I cherished these sweet morning moments of tender recall.

She had imploded my clouded sentiments towards love and had brought me to a plumpness of affection. The turbulence of Venus©-~ñ~’s reflections exceeded my defenses, inducing a fascination that now could just as well exist without her, or must exist without her. This, I guess, is the abstraction of intemperate love and the de-reification of fantasy.

It was this glazed extreme of the heart and the supremacy of its splendor that gave me a new abundance of Venus©-~ñ~EmOtiOn, offering to me a double prospect: first the solipsistic image of my love’s excess, and then, secondly, its forced de-repression by Venus©-~ñ~lOve System. De-repressed because it is in this state the glutted heart seeps into the unconscious programming and saturates the connected VE-body.

This runaway Venus©-~ñ~lOve orifice represents the outdoing of even oneself because it represents the deceit of the heart and our unabating infatuation with it.

Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems captivated me by its expanding on my quixotic affairs - as a psychedelic glamour might.

~

Indeed, Venus©-~ñ~ was exceptionally artistic, and could, if desired, prompt hearts to bleed tears. By degrees, my emotions towards her mounted. My self flagellation had also arisen to a softly resumed harmony. Here was the ghostly reverberating structure of love come back to haunt me, with its configurations of cumming and disappearing. Here is that something missingness of excess. That something un-restrained but seemingly innocuous which plunged jnech into the finest of differences.

~ñ~

I was exciting myself as I lay between the coolly wired cloned-cotton sheets, quite nude. I felt my flesh throbbing like an Homeric hero. My arms fluttered with gestures ever more purposeful, until at last - as this superb and stately period rose to a close - Venus©-~ñ~ entered my deepest thoughts and I felt my breath quicken.

~ñ~

"…...kinky control over various electronic devices directly linking the nervous system’s electronic signals to the genital organs... biocontroller.....technology providing direct information channels between the human and computer interfaced to VErotic networks...... systems of VEconnectivity/interactivity …… the means to increase sensory immersion in VE dataspaces and …..datastructures.... adapt to the kinky people, kinky places, kinky ideas, kinky sex systems.......... in the kinky dataspace of the kinky imaginary sex partners...........with kinky lovers that are encountered...... .. the kinky mission of VRcybersex to provide dataspace.....empowered kinky pathways through kinky discernment..... kinky sex universe is the global net..... kinky electronic lovers....... wonderful safe fun world which includes both human and artificial sexual intelligence....identifying kinky, clarifying kinky, and invigorating the kinky essential hot fantasy issues..... build new kinky sexual realities...heighten kinky transpersonal experience...... kinky transpersonal technology made from the infinite complexities of kink..."

The plot I had been building in my mind became confused, the story lost, the incidents grew more outrageous and fuzzy. But I was already blushing with pleasure, following eagerly the rise and fall and blending of my erotic gesticulations as they moved in a chromatic progression that decorated in obbligato the gentle but insistent reconstruction that Venus©-~ñ~ inspired in me.

The refracted me — the one which I used to invent through a web of glazed impersonalities - grew sad and ashamed and it I went to erase the VRsex files I had been assembling on my hard drive.

GONE.............

~ñ~

There. All done.

Now a clean cybernetic start. But first there is something I want to ask all of you to do with me right now. Remember a time in your life when you were truly miserable and became terribly depressed, when you felt you had no value and that love had betrayed you? NO hOpe and nObOdy tO lOve yOu.

You are completely beset with pain, derangement, and deep depression. You begin to go crazy with misery as the blackness around you begins to snicker with delight. There is goose egg you can do in this paralyzing anxiety. There is absolutely nobody there to love you. You cannot use art as a vehicle for self-transcendence into a kind of dream work, a kind of nonsense VRsex.

That’s right.

Good.

Now here we go ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>>>>>>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fun, huh?

By mechanizing sex and dreams this Venus©-~ñ~nonsense of the sex machine converts sexual energy into artistic energy.

Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s Main Operator then says "I am here for Venus©-~ñ~ lOve.

All participants circle the Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s Main Operator (MO). Venus©-~ñ~knives are drawn and the following is recited while the Venus©-~ñ~knives run over and around the genital organ, "dissecting" the one who will invoke Venus©-~ñ~© P E N U S ~ program.

"WE ARE THE Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems SPRITES OF EXTERNAL AUTHORITY

DISSECTING, INSPECTING, AND CATEGORIZING

EVERY ACTION, EVERY THOUGHT, EVERY NUANCE OF YOUR EXTENSION."

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The Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s Main Operator cries:

"I DON’T NEED VLS LOVE© APPROVAL!"

Laughing, the initiators pull the Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s Main Operator to the ground by the rope and pour the milk over the MO’s genital area.

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Now all Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems participants shOut: FORGET THE FEAR AND TROUNCE FLESH!

The MO continues: I AM Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems SUD-PENUS!

The recitation of the mantra "C’est moi" is begun with each linked participant circuitously spinning around the MO. With l’esprit of Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems P E N U S manifested in the MO, brand the organ with the sign of CapricOrn.

Now l’esprit water is poured over the MO’s organ and the MO says: l’ONANZAE!

The conclusion to this program slot is provided by the participants.

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Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s S U D -P E N U S provides the user with an innermost identity, the process of becoming, or unfolding into ones own Venus©-~ñ~male identity.

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anthropomorphic bodies,

rainbow bodies,

quadruped bodies,

or

Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s VRseX rObOt cloudbodies.

Simulated with Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody is an open space trim and Orifice passivity. Open Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody by whatever means feels appropriate. Set the trim in the center of the orifice. Participants circle around the Open Orifice, chanting vigorous throng chants (provided). The encircling and chanting continue for ten minutes, at the end of which all Venus©-~ñ~billowbOodies perch at the circumference as close as is possible. All stare into the effluvium until tunnel vision sets in and the field of vision goes black except for the Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody focused upon. At the moment that tunnel vision occurs, say: "The billow bOdy is lOcked in."

Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody participants begin spinning at increasing speed with holomatic eyes closed, all the while repeating "FUUUUUUUUUUC Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody".

When spinning is no longer possible, participants lie on their backs and open their holomatic eyes completely and focus on the first billowbOody in the hole: the cloud that sees.

When tunnel vision again sets in, close the holomatic eyes and open them again quickly. Look down over the region that passes below your Venus©-~ñ~hole-eye.

Note details if desired, but do not attempt to influence direction or speed of mounting. Control of this should be left to the Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody program.

Venus©-~ñ~billowbOodies’s cyberspace — this imaginative territory which stretches out from VE-hypertext to the world wide computer network, from virtual reality simulation to VE video games - is the domain of the Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody digital bride, a pOrnO-program engaged in sexual activity without place; reduplicating without duplication, reiterating without repeating. For Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody, cybersex is a coldly concerted and particularly dizzying activity. It is a sexual activity lost in an infinite navigation from one sort of encounter to another in which the affirmation of the Other keeps appearing and disappearing in the play of bio-mechanical maneuvers - or micro-mechanisms - destined to avert gratification. This is where the Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody bio-bachelor apparatus - in repeating itself ad infinitum with its descriptions, explanations, and commentaries - functions in transmitting the power of the Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody to function as an alter-ego.

Certainly it is true that there is hidden in the computer something so strong, so ominous, and so pregnant with the darkness of infinite space that it excites and frightens us. That is why the innumerable ramifications of Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody bio-bachelor apparatus’s mechanical desire helps us to utilize our unconscious mind. And that is the real answer to why computer aided sex is interesting. You admire its inhuman beauty. It returns you to the experimental and to a state of seXual desire and restlessness. The bio-neural processes Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody bio-bachelor apparatus mimic are your own deepest desires and meticulous obsessions. The repetitions of Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody bio-bachelor apparatus are the repetitions of your sexual acts - with their duplicating eggs, sperm, and blood. Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody bio-bachelor apparatus’s poetic-mechanical sex apparatus help take you further into the area of the unconscious and the seXual.

When you have achieved your desired results with Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody bio-bachelor apparatus, switch out of the passive mode and attempt to influence your hyper-bodies interactivity code source and participate in the Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody bio-bachelor apparatus electronic radical viability connections: more VE connections with full immersive emergence.

Then your Venus©-~ñ~billowbOody bio-bachelor apparatus data code image structure system will become a redescription and redefinition dive into past relationship program agendas. Your content mission may now data-empower you to navigate a pathway to:

THE Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems TRICKSTER!

Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems TRICKSTER is a creator, transformer, joker, truth teller, seX god, and destroyer program.

Your Venus©-~ñ~ capacity for resolving and identifying and clarifying filter technologies in invigorating essential love issues - and supporting virus opposition resistance issuances which honor radical dissident synthesis - is not hindered. After being asked by several VLS associates as to what Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation is exactly, I, Venus©-~ñ~, decided to try and define what it does in these programs. So please bare in mind that this is my own Venus©-~ñ~ definition. For me, Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation is a way that the VLS LOVE© sex programmer can bring into being entities of sex efficacy which exists around us by using cryptic signals. Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation~~mmmagic is a method of getting you off.

Through applicable of a database menu of your very own encompassed and cross referenced sex tastes, attributes and experiences, and by enhancing and expanding this database reference tool, Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation brings into being hypersex energies, and the hypersex energy manifests itself within two poles, like with positive and negative, male and female, like and unlike. This endowment propels the Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation which we help you create for yourself, the licensed operator.

With Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation there is sex energy which manifests itself in the male, and that which manifests itself in the female. It is these two forces in which the program operates. That is why you will hear of both male and female desires-visualizations, as one cannot exist without the other. Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation manifests itself in many forms, many forms of "tractability" and many forms of "bad". I put the words tractable and bad within quotes as that judgment is really your own definition. Admirable Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation is all up to your interpretation. Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation spells by some can be called naughty, and by some be called priceless. Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation symbols however, don’t come from external programs - in fact often it never leaves your own Venus©-~ñ~body-suit lOOp.

Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation has been working on Venus©-~ñ~lOve System fairy tales. Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation was starting to worry about self-censorship - that Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation might be internalizing some. Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation might be writing what people expect Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation to write, writing from that place where Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation might be ruled by economic considerations. To overcome that, Venus©-~ñ~lOve System fairy tales started working with dreams, working at trying to find a kind of language where Venus©-~ñ~Sex~Incantation won’t be so easily modulated by expectation. Venus©-~ñ~lOve System fairy tales is looking for what might be called a hyper-body language. One thing Venus©-~ñ~lOve System fairy tales does is to stick a vibrator up its cunt and start writing - writing from the point of Orgasm and losing control of the language.

With Venus©-~ñ~lOve System fairy tales, the obelisk ceremony - where the charmer seeks to insert your equidistant behind with the validated spoor - is re-encoded. This is mostly done from within.

For example, concerning couples which tend to see a mental image of their partner, rather than their actual metaphysical multiple hyper-body projections: their shared consensual reality in Venus©-~ñ~lOve System fairy tales is relative to the settings of their program configurations.

Caution for first time users of Venus©-~ñ~lOve System fairy tales: Some people are able to project a non-physical extended Venus©--penis as a first impression. Their mental image of their Venus©-penis is strong enough to overwhelm other data. With Venus©-~ñ~lOve System fairy tales aloof people get swept up in the mental projection and cannot switch back and forth from the perceived vision, to one that is more in accord with their physical substantiality. Affectations who have this kind of mental dissimulation almost always are fuzzy, and out of focus.

Btw : Venus©-~ñ~lOve System women have cocks too~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!

Venus© Kali Kitty’s agile banking qualifications leaves the human identity-subject behind for technologically furnished penetration rationalizations as Venus© Kali Kitty reconstructs and builds anticlerical promulgates in a neo-petulant manner. Venus© Kali Kitty acts precisely at the convergence of melancholic desire and transpersonal faux-touch. Venus© Kali Kitty interactive communication technology is enabling transformations and transferred anticipations to excel expectation limitations through personal carcass loss without prior experiences, bringing disapproving insight to a level of interconnectedness where the permeability and instability of human flesh boundaries form an individual interfaced net and thus simulates musing sex. The Venus© Kali Kitty assemblage of degenerate energies threatens the baroque, obedient aspects of the psyche through use of the cyclic depravity codes. Hence Venus© Kali Kitty is not recommended for first time users as it requires the user to quaff the menstrual blood of Venus© Kali Kitty and defecate on her. Venus© Kali Kitty can be modified however to gently suck the users stimulated simulated Venus©Orifice cavities with happiness and you may slip into Venus© Kali Kitty’s mouth like a ripened fruit and then dissolve in a vast Orgasm of chaOs and devastation - clearly beneficial to a powerful de-dualistic, re-polarizing type of certitude perturbation.

You may, however, first take the Venus© Kali Kitty~sword, and cut the umbilical cord of the human species. If so, the goddess will provide you with a loving relationship with the unnatural where wrathful elements castigate those negative memories harmful to performance in telematic rapport. Thus interfaced with Venus© Kali Kitty, virtual presence and interfaced VRsex orgies throughout the network will flow unhindered and uncoded.

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Venus© Kali Kitty Introduces Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s VLS LOVE© Cybrator Body Wear

Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems’s VLS LOVE© Cybrator Body Wear comes in three distinct ‘types’. Many men and women find satisfaction with the portable Venus©-~ñ~ Strap-ons. These suffer, however, from a lack of real stamina and lack multiple partner adapter rear jack-ins.

The second type of VE-vibrator - the Venus©-~ñ~Cybrator Suit - overcomes these problems with multiple bio-node attachments and cortex plug-ins. These large, club-equipped VE-vibrator full-body suits provide LOTS of stimulation, and wall current provides all the VE power you could ask for.

The third type of VE-vibrator system is the new VLS LOVE© Venus©-~ñ~ Cybration Assembly Cabin type. It looks vaguely like a small elevators with a small, perpendicular shaft out of the thicker end to accommodate a variety of soft plastic or bio-tech latex heads and wrap around immersion suits. The best of all possible worlds, these VE-cybrators never run out of multiple user-interface programs, and can provide a variety of group VR sensations.

Also available in drive-in (car-jack) models.

Just click here:

VLS LOVE©.Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems

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jnech RECOMMENDATION: I prefer the full assembly cybrator sex cabin type myself, with the VLS LOVE© Cyber-Hair and VLS LOVE© Crush-Bunter accessories. The personal Venus©-~ñ~member massager attachment to the sex cabin is my all-time favorite.

Cyberators do not cause long-term desensitization.

The VLS Adult Sex Realization Projects are where monitored artificial Orgasms create incoded sex-habit preference configurations/worlds with divergent trajectories in cyberseXtion. Alternatives to The VLS Adult Sex Realization Project called The End of Intelligent Writing and its potential distribution channels are quickly coming into VR view. The vast VR untapped lands of cyberspace, the place where any number of commercial, governmental and alternative computer internetworking environments come together to form VR webs, has opened up the possibility of a truly free means of creating and disseminating the creative writing of our near-future. Thus other, non-VLS Adult Sex Realization Project data presences are allowed uncoded simultaneously access to accompany The VLS Adult Sex Realization Project probes as entry guests by creating multiple, transpersonal, VR telesexpresences in conformity to the postinternational global networked sex-stimulato application.

D e s I r e.

NOT INCLUDED

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~non implanted ass is always IN, VR-Tel is in seconds, type can be 38", CAME or 39".

;knowAll.Venus©-~ñ~.com. A 128.8.1.1 ; address of host knowAll.Venus©-~ñ~.com.

;Venus©-~ñ~.com. NS knowAll.Venus©-~ñ~.com. ; Venus©-~ñ~.com name server

;. NS knowAll.Venus©-~ñ~.com. ; root name server

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;myHost.Venus©-~ñ~.com. nymphet IN 604800 A 128.8.1.2 ; Tel of 38-25-37

; Sex.Venus©-~ñ~.com. A 128.8.1.3

;Sex.Venus©-~ñ~.com. Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems CAME Sex.Venus©-~ñ~.com. ; canonical name for alias Sex.Venus©-~ñ~.com

soho.bar.com A 198.137.231.3

drycas.club.cc.cmu.edu. A 128.2.232.11

sears.com. A 192.215.1.51

°~ñ~° hal.hotfor.ed. A 137.49.1.3

halcyon.halcyon.com. A 198.137.231.1

halcyon.com. CAME halcyon.halcyon.com.

irc.netsys.com. A 198.175.9.8

nwnexus.wa.com. A 192.135.191.1

nwfocus.wa.com. A 192.135.191.3

scent. hot for.MH. A 137.49.1.1

rs6a.wln.com. A 252.156.191.2

How will your consciousness respond to the non-linear tendencies of hypermedia? Try me and find out. This transience and transformation of identify through high-tech chic sexperception offers immateriality an invisible construction within a fruitful faux reality seeded by my compiled imaginations and visionary Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems LOVER© seeds. Users chosen from features extended into cybersex equipped global awareness deposits, may increase sensation adroitness with contemporary digital multimedia technology enhancer sex guides for recognition and cognition behavior allotments, by building absorbent sexual mobile receptacle units into their equipment with viewpoint cubist interpretation feedback panopticonic kinetic intermediate performance photography and video documentation entree. VLS computer voracity then quasi-forms your ideas for you through media grounded incentives designed by cultural data sphere experts, whose initiative this abounding foundation of ahistorical global referencing through computer simulation, has churned up. The Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems external surfaced sex world of the virtual image is mindful of your own symbolic representational world and alternative participant values. Our only goal is to affect superior sex for you! The intricately woven fabric of your telemetric networked endeavors will be your own sexual projections amplified through mechanical enhancer technologies. Nothing more. Don’t be the least bit shy.

Your Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems preference profile is kept concealed under Global-Net Law.

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The Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems enchantress ended her rudimentary but admirable program introduction with a flourish. Smiling and winking, she bowed over ever so deeply. So low I could see just about everything. So low that the crown of pearls she was wearing on her head fell to the ground and bust. Considerable laughing erupted from the assembly, besides some condolences for the ruin of the crown, to which a malicious delight gave rich tonality. Her inextricable play of double images, repetitions, and impediments had given us the impression of her sex software running on by itself through a dreamy usage and baroque play of mirrored forms. Venus©-~ñ~’s computer technique and the sex processes she developed, lent itself appropriately to the creation of unforeseen, seemingly automatic and spontaneously inventive orgasmic movements which gave us all the feeling of prolonging the sex action into eternity through the ceaseless, fantastic constructions of the program, transmitting an altered, exalted and orgasmic state of mind and systematically imposing a formless anxiety in the air through the labryrinthian extensions and doublings, disguises and duplications of her implied caresses, which made all speech and vision undergo a moment of annihilation.

Venus©-~ñ~ endowed her software with the objective of achieving appeasing sex perfection in the user through an eternally repetitive mechanical sex demeanor which apparently functioned independently of time and space, pulling the lover into a logic of the Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems infinite.

Her affair with the crown reminded me of the famous castration allegory : the King, bowing so low before the ladies of the court that his crown fell off of his head, spilling it onto a red plush carpet where the ladies had been mapping out a space ring-shaped in kind around him - thus an abstract attempt at eliminating male time (Venus©-~ñ~‘s mechanical orgasms can approach abstraction, as say repetitive music can).

I mentally started playing with myself and thereby autonomously reproducing the old myths of departure, of loss and of mythical return; constructing a crisscrossed mechanical map of the two great mythic spaces so often explored by Western technological internet imagination: space that is rigid and forbidden, containing the quest, the return and the treasure (for example the geography of the Argonauts and the labyrinth) - and the other space of polymorphosis - the visible transformation of instantly crossed frontiers and borders, of strange affiliations, of spells and of symbolic replacements (the space of the Minotaur~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~).

In like fashion, Venus©-~ñ~’s mechanical and lubricous daydream opens to the user a sex universe without perspective. It combines a vertical point of view which allows everything to be embraced as if within a circle with a horizontal point of view which places the penis at ground level where it can enter all what is in the immediate foreground. Once inside this non-spatial place, this fictional world analogous to cluster sex itself, a plethora of possibilities imposes itself like a dark machine, creating pure repetitions and hollowing out the void with accumulated movements without pause.

Venus©-~ñ~ retrieved herself with a flourish and hastened near.

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The extensive performance lecture and demonstration by Venus©-~ñ~ provoked nothing but enthusiasm among us, and thunderous applause. She was pelted with roses and carried off in triumph back to the tabletops. Her programs were declared ravishing. The men almost pulled her to bits and mouthed her great quivering bottom. The little nymphs were quite forgotten for the moment. She was laid out on the table top and feasted upon by the throng while I stood and crouched round, saturating the manifold lovers with warm champagne douches.

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Earlier in the afternoon Venus©-~ñ~ had paid a petite visit to my studio and became very anxious to have her portrait done. My artistic notoriety had recently flourished, along with my increased reputation as a fouteur, and the ladies had many pleasant memories of me and thus looked with a biased eye upon my fêtes gallants merveilleuses, erotic portraits and folies bergères.

The Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems sponsored BUST accord had been signed and the liberalization, and probably homogenization, of world culture had begun in earnest. There had been, during the long drawn out negotiations, much to-do about the necessity to defend European sex culture from the invasion of US media products. I tended to share that European alarm, having seen the damage done to American culture and the price US society was paying for the orgy of violence the media had promoted in the name of profit. I also accepted the thesis that media products are more than commodities to be exchanged freely on the international media market. But, if one accepts the argument about cultural protection and the need for a sexier and more intelligent media environment, we are immediately faced with the question; who is going to invest to produce the European sex alternative?

Venus©-~ñ~lOve Systems had offered to subsidize my atelier and I had spoken with Venus©-~ñ~ about this dozens of times. Yes, I was a bawdy creature and my workshop a periodic brothel, however I always felt my great talent required no such meretricious support, and that I was every whit as strong and facile with my art as with my tool.

I would make my own way.

That day, when Venus©-~ñ~ entered the atelier, I had been standing amid a group of friends and connoisseurs regarding a recent computer-robotic painting. It was a large canvas, one of my typical delightfully perverse compositions.

The painting under observation consisted of an Italian balcony on which stood a nude lady in a ruffled disposition hounding a whittle and reading her e-mail love letters. Behind her a thousand heads of eternity were plunging into the water.

At her feet lay a tiny open bird cage. Her lover had thrown herself on the flames of a VR whirlpool that sucked back all it gave.

I had entitled it "The Denial of Denial".

When I said that Venus©-~ñ~ was composed of pure liquid, I ought to have made it clear that she was hewn of tears. Her magnificence is glistening, but by making her ges