Sometimes I’ll buy a sexSimul just for the conversation. I program the synth to 50/50 so that the dialogue is balanced, half-talking, half-listening. And I talk, just about normal shit, like what I did that day, my hopes and dreams, stories of my childhood at prep. I wonder aloud about the olden times, what it must have been like to have parents that weren’t companies, what it must have been like to walk outside, to feel the actual sun hit your face, to have your own children, to wear your own skin.
And the sexSimul always says the same thing: the oldenTimes were bad, they were miserable, drudgerous, full of strife and struggle. It’s the Now that is glorious. Now there is prosperity and abundance. Now you can make coin without ever leaving the confines of your cozy, air-conditioned persyPod. You can make hellaCoin playing games or watching entertaining content or sampling the latest medical marvel or working a cush 9-5 at a Content Machine, lying in your bed the whole time. You think olden time folk had it that good? No way, Vonn. They had to wake up early, with the sun, and work outside, in the elements, hard laboring. They had to grow their own food. They didn’t have goo deliveries. They had to eat nasty vegetables. They had to entertain themselves. They had to deal with disease and disability without the benevolent help of cutting-edge pharmaceuticals. Does this sound like a desirable world to live in, Vonn 19?
And when I don’t answer, the sexSimul says:
We have ten more minutes left. In what manner would you like to be pleasured?