Why Biological Weapons Will Be A (MUCH) Bigger Threat In The Future

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It wasn’t too long ago that the biggest existential threat facing humanity was nuclear war. I’ve noted before how distressingly close we’ve come to a nuclear disaster and how the threat of a nuclear holocaust is still present. However, that threat has abated in recent decades, especially as nuclear weapons have gotten so destructive that their use is somewhat redundant.

More recently, people have become more concerned about the threat posed by advanced artificial intelligence. The idea is that at some point, an AI will become so intelligent and capable that we won’t be able to stop it in the event it decides that humanity must go extinct. It’s the basis of every Terminator movie, as well as an Avengers movie.

While I certainly have my concerns about the dangers of advanced artificial intelligence, it’s not the threat that worries me most these days. We still have some measure of control over the development of AI and we’re in a good position to guide that technology down a path that won’t destroy the human race. The same cannot be said for biological weapons.

If there’s one true threat that worries me more with each passing day, it’s that. Biological weapons are one of those major threats that does not slip under the radar, as evidenced by plenty of movies, books, and TV shows. However, the extent of that threat has become more understated in recent years and has the potential to be something more powerful than nuclear weapons.

By powerful, I don’t necessarily mean deadlier. At the end of the day, nuclear weapons are still more capable of rendering the human race extinct and turning the whole planet into a radioactive wasteland. The true power of biological weapons less about how deadly they can be and more about how useful they could be to potential governments, tyrants, or extremists.

For most of human history, that power has been limited. There’s no question that disease has shaped the course of human history. Some plagues are so influential that they mark major turning points for entire continents. The same can be said for our ability to treat such diseases. However, all these diseases had one fatal flaw that kept them from wiping out the human race.

Thanks to the fundamental forces of evolution, a deadly pathogen can only be so deadly and still survive. After all, an organism’s ultimate goal isn’t to kill everything it encounters. It’s to survive and reproduce. It can’t do that if it kills a carrier too quickly. If it’s too benign, however, then the carrier’s immune system will wipe it out.

That’s why even diseases as deadly as Ebola and Influenza can only be so infectious. If they kill all their hosts, then they die with them. That’s why, much to the chagrin of creationists, evolution doesn’t favor the natural emergence of apocalyptic diseases. They can still devastate the human race, but they can’t necessarily wipe it out. It would only wipe itself out in the process and most lifeforms avoid that.

It’s also why the large-scale biological weapons programs of the 20th century could only be so effective. Even if a country manufactured enough doses of an existing disease to infect every person on the planet, it won’t necessarily be deadly enough to kill everyone. Even at its worst, smallpox and bubonic plague never killed more than two-thirds of those it infected.

That’s not even factoring in how difficult it is to distribute these pathogens to everyone without anyone noticing. It’s even harder today because powerful governments invest significant resources into preventing and containing an outbreak. If large numbers of people start getting sick and dropping dead at a rapid rate, then someone will notice and take action.

That’s why, for the most part, biological weapons are both ethically untenable and not very useful as weapons of mass destruction. They’re difficult to control, difficult to distribute, and have unpredictable effects. They also require immense resources, considerable technical know-how, and a keen understanding of science. Thankfully, these are all things that extreme religious zealots tend to lack.

For the most part, these powerful constraints have kept biological weapons from being too great a threat. However, recent advances in biotechnology could change that and it’s here where I really start to worry. With recent advances in gene-editing and the emergence of tools like CRISPR, those limitations that kept biological weapons in check may no longer be insurmountable.

While I’ve done plenty to highlight all the good that tools like CRISPR could do, I don’t deny that there are potential dangers. Like nuclear weapons, this technology is undeniably powerful and powerful technology always carries great risks. With CRISPR, the risks aren’t as overt as obvious as fiery mushroom clouds, but they can be every bit as deadly.

In theory, CRISPR makes it possible to cut and paste genetic material with the same ease as arranging scattered puzzle pieces. With right materials and tools, this technology could be used to create genetic combinations in organisms that could never occur naturally or even with artificial selection.

Imagine a strain of smallpox that was lethal 100 percent of the time and just as infectious.

Imagine a strain of the flu that was as easy to spread as the common cold, but as deadly as bubonic plague.

Imagine a strain of an entirely new pathogen that is extremely lethal and completely immune to all modern medicine.

These are all possible, albeit exceedingly difficult, with genetic editing. Unlike nuclear weapons, it doesn’t require the procurement of expensive and dangerous elements. It just needs DNA, RNA, and a lab with which to produce them. It’s a scary idea, but that’s actually not the worst of it, nor is it the one that worries me most.

A doomsday bioweapon like that might be appealing to generic super-villains, but like nuclear weapons, they’re not very strategic because they kill everyone and everything. For those with a more strategic form of blood-lust, advanced biological weapons offer advantages that sets them apart from any other weapon.

Instead of a pathogen infecting everyone it comes into contact with, what if it only infected a certain group of people that carry a specifics traits associated with a particular race or ethnic group? What if someone wanted to be even more strategic than that and craft a pathogen that attacked only one specific person?

In principle, this is possible if you can manipulate the genetics of a disease in just the right way. Granted, it’s extremely difficult, but the potential utility makes it more useful than a nuclear bomb will ever be.

Suddenly, a government or terrorist organization doesn’t need a skilled assassin on the level of James Bond to target a specific person or group. They just need the right genetic material and a working knowledge of how to program it into a synthetic pathogen. It could even be made to look like a completely different disease, which ensured it didn’t raise any red flags.

It’s not the ultimate weapon, but it’s pretty darn close. Biological weapons with this level of refinement could potentially target entire groups of people and never put the attackers at risk. As a strategy, it can effectively end an entire conflict without a shot being fired. Those infected wouldn’t even know it was fired if the pathogen were effectively distributed.

It’s one of those weapons that both terrorists and governments would be tempted to use. The most distressing part is they could use it in a way that’s difficult to detect, let alone counter. Even after all the death and destruction has been wrought, how do you even prove that it was a result of a bioweapon? Even if you could prove that, how would you know who made it?

These are the kinds of questions that only have disturbing answers. They’re also the reasons why I believe biological weapons are poised to become a far bigger issue in the coming years. Even if it’s unlikely they’ll wipe out the human race, they can still cause a special kind of destruction that’s almost impossible to counter.

Unlike any other weapon, though, the destruction could be targeted, undetectable, and unstoppable. Those who wield this technology would have the power to spread death with a level of precision and tact unprecedented in human history. While I believe that humanity will eventually be able to handle dangerous technology like artificial intelligence, I doubt it’ll ever be capable of handling a weapon like that.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Soothing Heartbreak

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There’s no way around it. Heartbreak sucks. It feels awful on so many levels. It may not leave a physical mark, but it’s one of those wounds that never seems to heal. You can stub your toe a hundred times or break every bone in your body. Those things still heal. Heartbreak doesn’t.

I know this because I’ve endured my share of heartbreak over the years. I’m not just referring to break-ups in a relationship, either. There have been times when someone I’ve had strong feelings for just flat out rejects me and not in a polite way. Suddenly, those feelings that once gave you comfort and hope are now a source of pain. Even though you move on, it still hurts.

However, as painful as heartbreak can be, it can open us up to a unique kind of intimacy. Sometimes, it comes from a close friend. Sometimes, it comes from someone who goes onto become a lover. Whatever the case, these are the moments in which we’re at our most vulnerable. Our wounded soul is laid bare. We seek comfort and those who provide it have a special place in our hearts.

It doesn’t always lead you to the love of your life. It may not even lead you to another relationship. Regardless of the outcome, there’s a powerful intimacy at work. It’s an unspoken intimacy and one that doesn’t always require something sexual. However, when it gets to that level, the pain of heartbreak becomes something else entirely.

While heartbreak rarely starts off as something sexy and intimate, it can lead to something genuinely profound in the right moment. Those moments are rare, but they’re not fleeting. This Daily Sexy Musing is my attempt to capture such a moment. Enjoy!

I’m deeply hurt.

I’m in so much pain.

I’m battered and broken.

I’m at my weakest state.

This is how you found me. I’m a cracked shell. My heart lays in ruin, every piece scattered to the winds. The love I thought I had is no more. What once made me strong has rendered me weak and vulnerable. The loss defies words. I try to articulate it, but the words only tell a fraction of the story. They can never do justice to the pain.

However, you still listen. In my darkest hour, you stay with me and give me comfort. From the ashes of my tattered soul, you create the forge. It’s still up to me to put the pieces back together.

Through you, I find renewed strength.

Through you, I pull myself up.

Through you, I finally feel something other than heartache.

It happens slowly, but steadily. What I lost can never be regained. The mark it left will never disappear. At first, I despair. Then, I accept it. Thanks to you, I dare to embrace it and the bitter memories that come with it. From those memories are lessons and from those lessons, you show me a new path.

In heartache, I endure harsh failure.

In heartache, I explore deeper passions.

In heartache, I uncover profound truths.

In heartache, I see who is there for me and who has left me behind.

You’re here now. I feel your care and your love. From it, heartache is the end of one thing and the beginning of something more.

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Jack Fisher’s Weekly Quick Pick Comic: Spider-Man #1

It’s an unwritten rule in superhero comics. Certain characters are only ever allowed to grow, evolve, and mature to a limited extent. Whereas some like Iron Man, Hulk, and Captain Marvel are allowed to grow and mature, others tend to revert to a rigid status quo that keeps them in a certain state, often for marketing purposes. Few characters are beholden to this rule as Spider-Man.

Whether he’s Peter Parker or your friendly neighborhood wall-crawler, Spider-Man is rarely allowed to grow beyond the down-on-his-luck, can’t-hold-a-job, struggles-with-relationships situation he’s been in since the Nixon Administration. Granted, he can still have plenty of fun, entertaining adventures in that state, but it can get predictable and monotonous after a while.

Then, every once in a while, you get a book like “Spider-Man #1” by J. J. Abrams, Henry Abrams, and artist Sara Pichelli that dares to shake things up with the standard Spider-Man formula. It’s not in the same continuity as the mainline Amazing Spider-Man books, but that’s exactly what helps it stand out. It has a chance to do something different with Spider-Man’s story and it takes full advantage of it.

Using the same approach as “Into The Spider-Verse,” this book tells a new kind of story that puts Spider-Man into a whole new situation. For once, it’s unpredictable. There’s no status quo to revert to. It has to build an entirely new world for Spider-Man. Both Abrams and Pichelli prove they’re up for the challenge.

This new world is not for the faint of heart, especially if you’re a fan of Spider-Man never being allowed to mature past 30. It’s a world where Spider-Man’s responsibilities finally caught up with him. He was able to save the day. He was able to defeat a villain named Cadaverous, a name that isn’t quite as ridiculous as it sounds, but he paid a high price.

That’s because this version of Spider-Man wasn’t just late for work, late for a date, or missing his rent payment again. This Spider-Man had a lot more to lose. He had a family. He and Mary Jane are married and not just trying to schedule dates. They have a son named Ben. Peter Parker has every reason to come home safe, intact, and triumphant.

I won’t spoil too many details, but I’ll just say that doesn’t happen. In this case, saving the day doesn’t necessarily mean keeping Galactus from eating it. Yes, Spider-Man does save lives. However, the life he can’t save ends up changing his life, his responsibilities, and his ability to shake hands. That last one wasn’t a joke, by the way.

In other versions, including many alternate realities, some being more ridiculous than others, this sort of loss would’ve broken Spider-Man. It would’ve broken his family too. It’s one of Spider-Man’s most famous foils. When he loses too much, he quits being Spider-Man. While it rarely lasts, this is a world with different dynamics. He actually has a reason to not be Spider-Man anymore.

His son, Ben, gives him even more reason and not just because of the losses they’ve endured. Unlike some of Spider-Man’s other alternate reality kids, Ben is not nearly as endearing or likable. He’s young, he’s impulsive, and he’s angry at the world. Essentially, he’s not the kind of kid you’d want to continue Spider-Man’s legacy.

At the same time, Ben shows that he still has some of the traits that make Spider-Man the iconic hero he is. He’s not a lost cause. He’s not some brooding loser who looks for excuses to be miserable. He even comes off as genuinely relateable, more so than Peter Parker in some respects. You may not entirely sympathize with him, but you can still understand him.

This kid is every bit as haunted as his father. Unlike his father, though, he’s a kid who doesn’t have years of being a battle-hardened superhero under his belt. Even if he inherited his father’s super-powers, he didn’t inherit his ability to cope with loss. He didn’t have his proverbial Uncle Ben moment because so much of his situation was beyond his control.

Overall, “Spider-Man #1” is a different kind of Spider-Man story, but not just because it takes place in an alternate continuity. It doesn’t directly mirror old, time-tested Spider-Man tropes. It also doesn’t paint Peter Parker as someone who simply crumbles when he loses too much. He, Ben, and the supporting cast around him simply do their best to move forward with their lives.

For a superhero comic that tends to regress to the status quo more than most, it’s both refreshing and engaging. For once, we have a Spider-Man story we can’t expect to end with him sleeping on his Aunt May’s couch because he missed his rent again. We have a different Peter Parker with an emotionally unstable son trying to make the most of a tough situation.

On top of that, the villain responsible for that situation is still out there. We don’t know much about it or whether he’s related to any of Spider-Man’s long list of enemies, but that only adds to the intrigue. Abrams and Pichelli are taking Spider-Man’s story in a new direction and there’s no telling what might happen. As someone who has read more Spider-Man comics than most, I find that genuinely refreshing.

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Swing Volume 2: Evolution Of A (Uniquely Sexy) Romance

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Every relationship is different. How they come together and how they stay together varies from couple to couple. Some work perfectly fine a traditional, monogamous setup. You marry one person and that’s who you make love to, till death do you part. There’s nothing wrong with that and plenty of great love stories can be told from it.

However, that approach doesn’t work for everyone and there’s nothing wrong with that, either. It’s just more challenging to tell a non-monogamous love story without it becoming overly pornographic. That didn’t stop Matt Hawkins and Jenni Cheung, with help from artist Linda Sejic, from telling a genuine, compelling love story about non-monogamy in “Swing: Volume 1.”

When I reviewed this graphic novel last year, I highlighted how it perfectly balanced the romance with the sex appeal. The first part of the story was about how its two protagonists, Cathy Chang and Dan Lincoln, fell in love. Then, after settling into married life, complete with two kids and decent careers, they sought to recapture that passionate spark that helped bring them together.

It culminated with them navigating the colorful world of open relationships. At the same time, it laid the foundation for a deeper romantic journey in a future sequel. Having waited anxiously for over a year, I can safely say that “Swing: Volume 2” was worth the patience. This book doesn’t just continue Dan and Cathy’s journey. It takes the sexiness and romance to new heights.

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The story picks up where the first book left off. Dan and Cathy got their first state of the non-monogamous lifestyle and they liked it. That’s made abundantly clear through Yishan Li and Linda Sejic’s art in first several pages. However, that’s not the end of their romantic journey. It’s just another step in the process.

Now that Dan and Cathy are in this sexy new world, their next challenge is successfully navigating it. Having a few threesomes is fun, but the swinging world of non-monogamy is much bigger. It’s also a world that requires Dan and Cathy to confront certain aspects of their relationship that they’ve never had to deal with before.

While Dan admits that he’d been with multiple women, Cathy has only been intimate with one man. She lived a more sheltered life, which was nicely established in the first book. The second book builds on that, showing that there are parts of her sexuality that she hasn’t explored. That desire to explore this world is what helps drive the plot and the drama in “Swing: Volume 2.”

A taste of that drama.

Yes, there is drama. It’s not all fun sexy time all the time. While those times are certainly present, Hawkins and Cheung make this exploration feel genuine and believable. From how Cathay and Dan establish a set of rules to how they struggle to find compatible partners, the various details of the story come off as something that can happen in the real world.

There are triumphs and setbacks. Some of those setbacks make for the funniest moments of the story. Like any relationship, an open relationship takes a great deal of work. Dan and Cathy find that out the hard way on more than one occasion. That only makes the fruits of their labor satisfying, both in terms of plot and sex appeal.

Compared to the first book, “Swing: Volume 2” has a lot more sex appeal and I’m not just referring to Li and Sejic’s graphic, yet tasteful depictions. There are plenty of scenes that involve exposed body parts, intimate love scenes, and overt innuendo that anyone’s inner 13-year-old will recognize. However, it never comes off as crude or gratuitous.

The overall tone of “Swing: Volume 2” is very much in keeping with the sex positive themes of its predecessor. It also does something important with those themes. As the story unfolds, we see how Cathy and Dan’s relationship evolves. Before, they were just a typical married couple looking to spice things up. Now, their relationship has gained greater complexity and, most importantly, it’s better because of it.

Both characters get an opportunity to narrate parts of the story. We get insights into their thoughts and feelings, revealing how they each approach this new facet of their relationship. Dan shows his share of insecurities, at times. Cathy’s reservations also crop up, as well. There are times she feels things that she doesn’t express and that causes some tension.

They make an effort to establish rules and boundaries. Many of them feel like concepts that actual couples who have navigated the world of open relationships would exercise. When the rules work, Dan and Cathy’s relationship benefits. When they don’t, even when it’s not intentional, it causes problems.

The problems never get overblown, but they don’t get brushed aside either. If “Swing: Volume 2” has an overarching theme, it’s that the world of open relationships is difficult. It’s not for everyone. It’s not the kind of thing that’ll fix a trouble relationship, either. Dan and Cathy make very clear that they love each other. Venturing into an open relationship wasn’t meant to fix that. It was meant to make their lives more exciting.

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Without giving away too many spoilers, I’ll say that Hawkins and Cheung once again succeed in making all these dramatic elements work. There’s never a point where “Swing: Volume 2” feels too focused on sex or too focused on romance. It seamlessly blends the two together so that they complement one another, as any good love story should.

There is romance.

There is eroticism.

There is personal growth for both these characters.

Along the way, you don’t just find yourself rooting for them or their relationship. You can’t help but be curious to see where this journey takes them. Like real relationships, there’s no endgame or culmination in mind. This isn’t that type of story. The lives of Dan and Cathy stay firmly grounded in a realistic setting. That’s part of what makes it so impactful, as a story.

That’s not to say that “Swing: Volume 2” is without flaws. There are parts of the story that feel a bit truncated. A few dramatic moments don’t come off as intense as they’re set out to be. There are also other characters that don’t get fleshed out as much, despite them showing potential in the first volume.

It doesn’t stop the overall story from fitting together seamlessly. The story effectively builds on the foundation that the first one established while ramping up the passion along the way. It’s compelling, heartfelt, and sexy. Between the mature themes and the beautiful artwork, “Swing: Volume 2” stands out as a fitting slice-of-life style comic in a sea of superheroes and spectacles.

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If I had to score “Swing: Volume 2,” I’d give it a solid 8 out of 10. If you’re looking for something different, mature, and even a little risqué, then this book will check all the right boxes and then some. I’m not saying it’ll give all monogamous couples second thoughts, but it’ll give more than a few some interesting ideas.

To purchase “Swing: Volume 2,” please do so through Comixology, Amazon, or your local comic shop.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Raw Loving

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When you imagine the greatest romantic gestures, you often think of big, fancy spectacles that turns love into a spectacle. Maybe a guy brings a horse-drawn carriage to his lover’s front door to take her on a romantic stroll. Maybe a woman covers the bed in flowers, puts on some revealing lingerie, and plays her lover’s favorite song. It’s a beautiful thing. I’ve based novels and sexy short stories about it.

Then, there are those times when you just want something unabashedly raw. You skip the romantic display. You don’t even bother to close the blinds or wear something fancy. You just take your lover and let basic instincts do the rest. When you and your lover are in a particular mood, it can be uniquely satisfying.

Let’s face it. We don’t always have the time for more elaborate displays of passion. We’re all busy with one thing or another. We’ve got lives to live, bills to pay, and issues to resolve. While we should always try to make time for something overly romantic, I think there’s plenty of room for something less subtle.

It doesn’t have to be rough. It just has to be direct, concise, and genuine. If you love and desire someone that much, then your bodies will know what to do. Human beings are emotional, passionate creatures, by nature. Sometimes, you just got to let that nature do its thing. I hope this Daily Sexy Musing will inspire you to give it a try. Enjoy!

I take your hand.

I grunt your name.

I lay you down.

You don’t say a word. With your eyes, you just urge me on, daring me to be as crude and direct as possible. I gladly take up the challenge. My desires and loins have already risen to the occasion. I just need to know our passions are aligned, absent of doubt or reservation.

There’s a time for romance.

There’s a time for tenderness.

There’s a time for big, elaborate acts of love.

This is not one of those times.

For once, we skip the formalities. There’s no long, arduous path to that special moment of shared intimacy. The path is clear, direct, and within our grasp. I want it as much as you. We can eschew patience and planning. This time, the raw, unfiltered power of our love boils to the surface.

It’s not rough, but it’s not gentle either. We tear our clothes off, but we don’t rip them. There’s no slowing down or careful caressing. We see what we want. We take it and give it without hesitation. There are no profound expressions of amorous sincerity. Grunts and gasps tell us everything we need to know.

It’s so crude, but so direct.

It’s so simple, but so effective.

It’s so intense, but so focused.

Pure, unshackled desire becomes a pure, unambiguous act. Love, lust, desire, and ecstasy become one in the same. It’s brief, but effective. It ends quickly, but still satisfies.

There will be plenty of times for something greater.

For now, the rawest form of our love will suffice.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: Perfect Marriage Proposal Edition

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A marriage proposal usually the climatic moment of a blossoming romance. It’s the core ingredient for a happy ending in a fairy tale. It’s also glorified, commercialized, and idealized in the minds of romantics and marketing executives who sell diamond rings. That doesn’t take away from its romantic essence.

Now, I’m not married yet. I’m currently single and have been for quite a while now. However, I recently had a close family member of mine get engaged in a way that triggered every one of my romantic sentiments. It was beautiful. I saw the pictures and recounted the moment. I’m not going to lie. I almost overdosed on feels and joy.

Out of respect for my family’s privacy, I won’t share too many personal details. I just know that any close family member who reads this knows who I’m referring to. That proposal is a big deal for our family. For the next several months, we’ll be planning a wedding for the ages and I’m sure I’ll have plenty to say about it along the way.

In the meantime, I’d like to dedicate this week’s edition of my Sexy Sunday Thoughts to the apex of romantic gestures. It takes a lot of love, desire, and dedication to propose to someone. It reflects a level of love and commitment that goes beyond basic attraction. Love like that is worth celebrating. It starts with a proposal, but ends with something greater. That inspires more than just sexy thoughts.


“No matter how sexy you are, an adorable pet will always get more foreplay in the long run.”


“A blind date was very likely the first form of gambling and good sex was the first true jackpot.”


“Impressing a woman won’t always turn her on, but it will often guide her towards sexier thoughts.”


“The primary difference between a mistress and a prostitute is mistresses make long-term investments in lieu short-term benefits.”


“For rich people, a prenuptial agreement is tantamount to illicit orgasm insurance.”


“BDSM is the only form of micromanagement that leads to orgasms.”


“If you believe in fate, then can any orgasm ever be premature?”


For those lucky enough to have witnessed or taken part in a marriage proposal, I hope this inspired some fond memories. I hope I can one day have a chance to propose to someone, as well. Until then, I have plenty of eventful moments to look forward to. My family couldn’t be more excited. I share in that excitement and I hope it inspires more than just sexy thoughts in the long run.

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“My Robot Boyfriend” A Sexy Short Story (Featuring Sex Robots)

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The following is  another sexy short story featuring a sex robot. I came up with this one shortly after completing “My First Sex Robot,” which got such a great response. This story has some different themes, but I think those themes are both relevant and sexy.

Again, if you want to see more stories about sex robots, please let me know. Post your feedback in the comments section. If you have suggestions or ideas you’d like to share, please let me know. I’d be happy to flesh them out with you. Hopefully, this one inspires some new ideas, among other things. Enjoy!

“You’re a sweet, talented, hard-working young woman, Kelia. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you. Don’t let anyone derail it.”

Those were the serious, yet sincere words of Kelia Aden’s mother. She’d first heard them in junior high. It came shortly after she brought home her another straight-A report card and a letter from her guidance counselor saying that she was gifted. More than one teacher had told her that she had a great chance of getting into an Ivy League university if she maintained her current path.

It was a challenge, but Kelia always rose to the occasion. Even as she progressed into high school, getting top grades and high test scores, her mother kept belaboring that fateful message. At first, she thought she was just being an obsessive parent. Then, she suspected there might have been other motivations. That became obvious whenever cousins, aunts, uncles, and family friends saw her.

“Kelia is growing into quite the babe,” they would often say. “Pretty soon, she’ll be beating the boys back with a stick.”

Kelia often took that as a compliment. Even her two older sisters, Rachel and Sarina, had told her that more than a few boys had asked about her. Her standard response was to just smile and tell them she didn’t have time for relationships. She was too focused on school, extracurricular activities, and charting her future.

Her mother, however, treated it as a more serious issue. She even cringed at times whenever someone pointed out how attractive her youngest daughter had become. Kelia understood her concerns to some extent. She had promising future. Any caring parent would be concerned about protecting their child’s future. Even if she was overbearing at times, Kelia never doubted that her mother’s heart was in the right place.

At the moment, however, Kelia questioned the extent of her mother’s concerns. Whether out of love, concern, or something else entirely, her mother’s efforts to safeguard her future just manifested in an extreme way.

“Good evening, Kelia Aden. My name is John Bliss. I am your new robot boyfriend. Your mother, Carla, has instructed me to greet you.”

Kelia stood frozen in place. She’d just entered her bedroom, having returned from a college tutoring session at the local library. It was late on a Thursday night and her mother was working late, which wasn’t unusual. That made seeing a tall, handsome, half-naked man standing next to her bed very jarring.

She was in such a state of shock that she lingered in the doorway for a good two minutes, blinking several times to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. Near as she could tell, it was real. There was a man standing in her bedroom and that man claimed to be a robot.

“Is everything okay?” asked robot who’d identified himself as John Bliss. “Are you in a state of distress?”

“No, I uh…just need a minute here,” Kelia said. “Did I hear that right? You’re a robot boyfriend?”

“Yes, I can confirm those words,” John replied in a robotic, yet human-sounding voice, “although I am also classified as a sex robot, a lover bot, and a robot companion. Robot boyfriend is simply the designation your mother chose.”

“I want to say that’s crazy, but I can totally see my mother doing that.”

It began sinking in. Her mother bought her a sex robot. Apparently, she’d put a great deal of thought into it. As Kelia processed the situation, she entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She also made sure it was locked on the off chance that this was even crazier than it looked.

As she approached John Bliss, she took note of his appearance. If he really was a sex robot, then he was the most advanced she’d ever seen. His stature, build, and appearance were very realistic. His skin, eyes, lips, hair, and muscles looked so human. If he stood next to her on a street corner, she doubted anyone would surmise he was a robot.

Kelia knew robots existed. She even knew that sex robots were just starting to emerge. She’d seen stories about them in the news and online. The models she saw were mostly female and while some looked more human than others, none could pass for the real thing. John Bliss must have been the most advanced model.

Once Kelia got close enough, she reached out to touch his arms and chest. It felt just as real as it looked. While John Bliss didn’t react much to her touching, he did smile. It sparked her curiosity, but it also raised plenty of questions.

“What the hell have you done, Mom?” Kelia wondered out loud.

“Her intentions are good. That, I can also confirm,” John replied.

“I’m sure she programmed you to say that too,” she said while touching his chest and arms.

“I assure you she didn’t. That assessment is my own doing. As an advanced companion model with human-level AI, I am as capable of rendering complex judgements as I am forming emotional bonds with my user.”

“Those are impressive capabilities…so impressive, I didn’t know they were possible.”

“In the current market for robot companions, they aren’t,” said John. “I am a model that will not ship for another two years. However, your mother is a valued employee at TrueTech Robotics. She was made aware of my capabilities earlier this year. She made it a point to obtain me as part of the final test. She even participated in my configuration.”

“That, I don’t doubt.”

Kelia blushed somewhat. Even as John spoke, she kept exploring his upper body. Robot or not, it – or he, as his configurations so effectively conveyed – had all the necessary traits to make him quite attractive to a healthy teenage girl. He wasn’t overly handsome like a famous celebrity. He wasn’t some male model, either. He had the poise, muscle mass, and complexion of an athlete. He looked like he could’ve played for her school’s basketball team. By most beauty standards, he was an attractive young man.

It was like John had been crafted with her in mind. Knowing her mother, she’d gone over her favorite movies, music, and books to determine every masculine trait that she found appealing. It might have been an extreme act of parental scrutiny, but she couldn’t argue with results.

It also helped that he only wore a pair of white briefs. The rest of his body was completely exposed to her. His arms, chest, torso, and legs conveyed an aura of masculine strength and sex appeal. If the slight bulge in the briefs were any indication, those configurations extended to other aspects of male anatomy.

“The reasons for your mother’s go beyond companionship,” John continued. “She and my designers made me aware of your situation.”

“My…situation?” Kelia asked.

“You’re a sweet, talented, hard-working young woman, Kelia. You’ve got a bright future ahead of you. Your mother doesn’t want anything to derail it. I’m here to help with that.”

Kelia stopped touching the robot figure and looked him in the eye. Him saying those words – the same words her mother had told her, no less – further affirmed that her mother played an active part in this. The novelty of having a robot in the form of an attractive, half-naked man in her room became secondary. Even that idea paled in comparison to the motivations of her mother.

“You’re also very beautiful,” John said, reaching out and caressing her face with his hand. “Your mother made me aware of that too. Based on my subjective analysis, she did not do justice to your beauty.”

“Thanks…I think,” Kelia said, smiling awkwardly.

“I’m certain more than one boy has noticed your beauty. A few might have even asked you out on a date. As you make your way through high school and university, there is a high probability that you’ll receive more inquiries. Beautiful women have a tendency to attract significant intention from heterosexual men.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” she said, recounting more than a few colorful conversations with interested men.

“And while you’ve managed to avoid such distractions, your mother acknowledges that you are a young, heterosexual woman with natural inclinations for male companionship. She even accepts that you occasionally have desires, including those of a sexual nature.”

That made her blush even more. Kelia’s mother was less subtle than most when it came to sexual issues. She’d taught her about sex years before their school got around to it. Some of that might have been because her older sisters weren’t well-informed during their teenage years, but that didn’t make it less awkward. She just hoped her mother hadn’t told John why she took extra-long showers on weekends.

“Of course, it involves sex,” Kelia muttered.

“It is a rather important component,” John continued. “Both your sisters had promise. One ended up pregnant in college, which forced her to drop out. The other found herself in several unhealthy relationships that derailed her once-promising career in marketing.”

“I assume she told you about my father, too,” she said dryly, “better known as the secretive pussy hound who focused too much on his mistresses and not enough on his law career.”

“Given the sensitive nature of that topic, I’ll skip over it. The choices of your sisters and father are in the past. They cannot be undone. You, however, have much more potential than they ever did. Your mother encouraged you to not let anything distract you from realizing that potential. I’m here to present a more tangible incentive.”

There was a distinct innuendo within his tone. It was the kind of lurid subtext she didn’t often hear outside a high school locker room. That innuendo became less subtle when John casually removed his underwear, revealing a set of male genitals that must have been designed with horny women in mind.

It was big, but not overly bit. It didn’t look like the kind of endowment that only existed in porn or novels. At the same time, it was perfectly shaped and proportioned to John’s stature. By any measure, it looked like a real penis. The healthy, heterosexual woman in Kelia couldn’t help but admire it. It effectively completed the perfect masculine figure standing before her.

“Whoa,” said Kelia, covering her mouth to temper her reaction.

“As you can see, my systems include a fully-functional,” John said, as though he was describing a new appliance. “The shape, length, girth, and texture was designed to offer maximum appeal to a female user. It has inner working similar to those of a standard male penis, but the engineers at TrueTech Robotic made it a point to optimize its function far beyond that.

“Yeah…I see,” she said. “I’m almost afraid to ask what you mean by optimized.”

“You don’t have to ask. I can easily show you.”

Before she could make another comment, his demeanor shifted and that perfectly crafted penis shifted with it. With speed and efficiency that defied male biology, he became fully erect. There was no touching or stimulation involved. It was like flipping a light switch. One second, it was completely flaccid. The next, it was completely hard.

Having been shocked and surprised in so many ways since entering her room, Kelia just smiled and shook her head in amazement. It wasn’t just sinking in. She was starting to accept it. She had a robot boyfriend and he’d come equipped with a working dick.

“Okay. I’m done being shocked. That’s impressive!” Kelia said.

“Thank you,” John said with a polite nod. “The optimizations go beyond basic male arousal. As I am not bound by the limits of male anatomy, my penis can remain fully erect indefinitely. It can provide sexual stimulation for as long as you desire. It even has a vibration function to further enhance intercourse. I can show you that too if you wish.”

“No. That’s okay,” Kelia said, putting her hand up to stop another demonstration. “I’ll take your word for it. You’re a robot boyfriend equipped for unlimited sex. I get the message.”

“Then, I suppose the only item left to address is for you, Kalia. As required by both my programming and TrueTech regulations, I require your affirmative consent prior to carrying out my role. Please note that denial will neither offend nor disappoint me. If you do not wish to have me as your robot boyfriend, I will simply deactivate and submit a retrieval order to TrueTech. I can be gone as early as tomorrow morning.”

“Deactivate? That sounds unpleasant,” she pointed out.

“It is no less strenuous than putting a computer into sleep mode. I am capable of forming intimate, emotional bonds with humans, but I am still a robot. My desires and my purpose are intertwined. Affirm my role and I will pursue it to the utmost. I will support you, aid you, and form a loving bond with you as you navigate your promising future. However, I can only do this if you grant me that honor.”

It was a strange, if not unprecedented, situation for Kelia. She faced a choice, as well as an opportunity. Moreover, she had to make a decision while standing in front of a naked man with a throbbing erection.

On many levels – too many, if she were being honest – she understood her mother’s reasoning for doing this. She’d seen her two oldest daughters miss out on promising futures because of their personal lives. Her estranged father was also testament to how passions and lust could undermine someone’s future. With John Bliss, Kelia might have the best possible alternative to utter solitude and total celibacy.

A robot boyfriend wasn’t going to derail her future.

A robot boyfriend wasn’t going to knock her up, cheat on her, or work against her.

A robot boyfriend would, for all intents and purposes, give her the best possible companionship, both emotionally and intimately.

The idea of having a loyal companion through the many challenges she faced had plenty of appeal. Essentially, she wouldn’t have to worry about her personal life. It was a luxury no promising teenage girl had ever enjoyed before. Her mother might have had other reasons. At some point, Kelia planned to have a long, awkward talk with her. For the moment, however, she had a choice to make.

She was silent for a good minute or so. Still standing close to John, she reached out and touched his chest. She also found herself glancing down at his penis, which remained erect. In his stature, she saw a robot encased in attractive male flesh. In his eyes, however, she saw something more. That made her decision clear.

“John Bliss,” she said to him, her voice taking on a serious undertone. “The promising future my mom wants for me…I want it too. I also don’t want to isolate myself just to get it. I’m only human. I have wants…needs…passions.”

“I understand that. I cannot do anything to help you until I have your verbal affirmation,” John said, his tone sounding uniquely emotional, especially for a robot.

“Then, yes. Consider this my overt, unambiguous affirmation,” Kelia said strongly. “I want you to be my robot boyfriend. I want you go help me realize those feelings. And, in the interest of sharing those feelings, I’d like to test your ability to help.”

Kelia surprised herself by how sensual her voice became. It reminded her that, as focused as she was on her studies, she still had the same desires as any healthy teenage girl. She now had an opportunity to sate those desires in ways other than taking long showers.

Seizing upon the opportunity, she stepped back from John and took off her clothes. She was somewhat nervous. She blushed again as she took off her shirt, removed her pants, and undid her bra. While she wasn’t overly shy when getting undressed, she’d never gotten undressed in front of a naked man, especially in her bedroom.

John Bliss, whether by programming or some deeper emotional connection, reacted as well as anyone could ask of a good boyfriend. He smiled upon seeing her naked form. She felt him scrutinize her feminine features, paying close attention to her breasts, hips, butt, and genitals. She couldn’t tell if he was admiring her or scanning her as part of some robot interface. Whatever his reasons, Kelia appreciated his reaction.

“I believe I can accommodate such a test,” John said as he took a step closer. “And I must say, Kelia…your body is even more beautiful than my data files described.”

“I’m sure that’s just my mother’s input talking,” Kelia said with a humored grin.

“At this point, my activation protocols are complete. From here on out, my words and conduct are a product of my conscious desires.”

“A robot with desires and a raging boner,” Kelia said, noting his still-erect penis that was already pressing against her. “I don’t know if that’s a first, but I admit I’m very curious right now.”

“Then, by all means, Kelia…feed your curiosity.”

It was official. Kelia had a robot boyfriend and he knew how to use sexual innuendo. If her growing arousal were any indication, he used it very well.

Following her curiosity, she drew John Bliss into an intimate embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he wrapped his around her waist. Natural human flesh made contact with unnatural synthetic flesh. It still felt very good. As far as her escalating desires were concerned, she couldn’t tell the difference.

She started touching and pawing his masculine flesh. He did the same, feeling up her hips, butt, torso, and breasts. His hands were so soft and smooth. His skin was so warm and firm. John Bliss exuded an aura of refined masculinity. Even if he was a robot, made for the specific purpose of evoking such feelings in horny women, it still ignited her desires.

“John,” she said while gazing into his robotic eyes.

“Yes, Kelia?” he replied.

“Kiss me.”

He smiled warmly before complying with her request. With one hand on her waist, he cupped her chin and drew her into a soft kiss. Again, synthetic flesh met with human flesh. Unlike before, it didn’t just feel indistinguishable from another person. It felt better.

John was so affectionate and tender, savoring the taste of her lips before working in a little tongue. Kelia hadn’t kissed many boys before. The last one she kissed was at a middle school Sadie Hawkins dance and the boy she shared it with had been somewhat sloppy. John must have had a detailed program on how to properly kiss a woman because Kelia loved every second of it.

“You’re a good kisser,” she told him.

“If I am to be your robot boyfriend, I certainly should be,” John said, still smiling.

He kissed her again. This time, it escalated into full-blown foreplay.

As their tongues twirled, she hungrily traced her fingers around his manly sinews. He grew bolder with his touching, squeezing her butt and fondling her breasts. His erect penis kept pressing up against her as well. It helped intensify her arousal, but it heightened her curiosity even more.

“Let’s take this to the bed,” Kelia said after their lips parted.

“Of course,” said John Bliss. “Do you have any preferences for how you like to be sexually pleased?”

She laughed and blushed somewhat. He sounded more like a cross between a computer prompt and a mannerly boyfriend. It was an odd way to go about sexual intimacy, but very appropriate for a robot boyfriend.

“My sexual experience is…limited,” Kelia admitted. “You said you have in depth knowledge of female anatomy, didn’t you?”

“Indeed, I do,” John replied. “I also have data specific to your body and psychological profile. So, if necessary, I can surmise a means for optimal sexual satisfaction.”

“I’d love to know where you got that information, but I’m too horny to care right now.”

She latched onto her robot boyfriend’s arm, feeling more playful than she had in a long time. She led him to her bed where she pulled back the covers and guided him into another intimate embrace. Having such little sexual experience, she didn’t have much to go on. She had an idea for how she wanted to pursue quality, satisfying lovemaking. She just didn’t know how to go about it.

Traditionally, girls like her had to stumble around in the dark with boyfriends or hook-ups. For all Kelia knew, she was the first woman in history to have a robot boyfriend help maximize her emerging sex life.

“Here’s how I want to do this, John,” Kelia said, now sitting on the side of her bed. “I’m going to lie down on my back. Then, I want you to get in top of me, use whatever advanced systems you’ve got, and do what you determine works best. I trust your systems, as well as your judgement.”

“That’s quite a bit of trust to put in anyone, even if they are a robot,” John said to her.

“I know,” she admitted, “but if you’re going to be my robot boyfriend, then we’ll need that trust. Let’s start that now!”

Kelia drew John onto her bed. He eagerly followed, his eyes never diverting from hers. She saw an intensity in his gaze that seemed more than robotic. It further confirmed that he’d been programmed to form emotional bonds with his users. She could already see hints that he was forming one with her.

The depths of that bond remained in question. As she laid down on her bed, her naked body on full display to him, she awaited the next phase of this unprecedented journey. She’d just placed her trust in a robot programmed to be the perfect boyfriend. There was no telling where that could lead.

“I will honor and preserve your trust, Kelia,” John said.

“Is that a promise?” she asked with a seductive grin.

“It is more than that,” he said. “As a robot, it is my purpose. But an artificial intelligence with human emotions, it is my greatest desire.”

There was nothing robotic about his voice. Kelia could hear the sheer desire in his words. There was more desire in John’s voice than she’d heard in any man she’d ever known. That boded well for whatever determinations he’d made with his systems.

“And, in the interest of full transparency, I surmised the optimal means of pleasing you before you took your clothes off,” John added. “From here on out, you need only relax and enjoy my advanced capabilities.”

Before Kelia could respond to that, John Bliss laid down on top of her and kissed her again. It was more intense than before, evolving quickly into more extensive foreplay. It got her heart racing and set her loins ablaze. There was no turning back now. She was going to make love to her robot boyfriend.

It started with simple, intimate gestures. She continued exploring his masculine features while he did applied affectionate touching to hers. The weight of his body – which, oddly enough, didn’t feel as heavy as that of a normal man – pressed against hers. Naked skin meshed with synthetic skin. It helped establish part of that bond that he mentioned. It didn’t just make her horny. It made her want to share a passionate moment with this being.

“John…” she gasped.

Her blissful reaction prompted him to step up his process. As her breathing intensified, John directed his hungrily lips down her naked body. He was gentle, yet direct, tasting her naked skin and making his way down her torso. He stopped only briefly to give her nipples some added stimulation, which sent shivers of delight coursing through her body.

Kelia didn’t know she liked having her nipples teased. That must have been something John surmised before her. The fact that a robot boyfriend knew what she liked before she did said more about her than it did about the robot.

As Kelia took in those sensations, the anticipation kept building. By the time his lips reached her inner thighs, she was already gripping her bed sheets. She eagerly spread her legs and hitched them around John’s shoulders. Her body ached for more stimulation. She been horny before, but never like this.

“I’m going to give you oral sex, Kelia,” John told her, his eyes still locked on her.

“Is this where all that data on female anatomy comes into play?” she asked with a playful grin.

“Only to a point,” he said. “Data is only part of what makes my system work. What I do with it and why…that’s where I affirm my purpose.”

John Bliss went to work proving the worth that system. Like a perfectly honed machine – an accurate, if not too literal description – he proceeded to orally please her. As soon as his lips and tongue made contact with her outer and inner folds, Kelia’s own systems went into overdrive.

“Ooh John!” she squealed joyously.

The initial surge of sensations made her entire body shudder. She squeezed the bedsheets and spread her legs wider, closing her eyes and soaking in the feeling. John hit every nerve in and around her womanhood with perfect precision, including a few she didn’t know existed.

He skillfully used his fingers to tease, stimulate, and caress her folds. He used his tongue to probe her depths, hitting those deep, intimate areas that sent ripples of bliss coursing through her body. Kelia had heard stories from her older sisters about how little men knew about a woman’s anatomy. That was not an issue with John Bliss. Already, he’d done plenty to prove that he was more than just a man and not just because he was a robot.

“Your pussy tastes very good,” John said while lightly fingering her depths. “My taste sensors are quite active.”

“Active…right,” Kelia laughed, figuring that was a robot’s way of giving a compliment.

“I also sense that you are very much aroused,” John said. “Would you like me to continue until you climax? Or would you like to climax through intercourse?”

He presented her with two objectively good options. It wasn’t a matter of if she would achieve orgasm. It was only a matter of how. Were he just another man, she would’ve called that bravado. For a robot boyfriend, Kelia saw it as a given.

“I’d…like to feel you inside me,” she told him through her breathless pants.

“As you wish, my darling,” he said. “I was make love to you until you are satisfied.”

“Spoken like the perfect boyfriend,” she said with a beaming smile.

“Don’t you mean robot boyfriend?”

“No. I don’t.”

He smiled at her. Again, that emotional component of John’s system was working. She could sense it in his gaze. He wasn’t just fulfilling a function. There was desire and affection in his demeanor. Now, he was poised to channel all of it into a single act.

Having given her all the oral teasing a young woman could want, he got back on top of her. She kept her legs nice and spread. There was no fumbling or nervousness on his part. Being a robot, as well as a boyfriend, he already knew what to do. He grabbed hold of her thighs, positioned himself over her, and aligned his still-rigid penis with her wet entrance. She grabbed onto his shoulders while gazing passionately into his eyes, making her own passions clear to him. Whether robotic or human, those passions resonated.

“Kelia…my love,” he said.

With those fateful words, John Bliss thrust his hips forward and entered her. What followed next defied everything Kelia thought she knew about a teenage girl’s sexual experience.

The union of their flesh was seamless. As soon as he was fully inside her, Kelia felt her inner folds tighten around his penis, as if to mold the perfect fit. When he started moving his hips, creating that balanced sexual rhythm, it was so intimate and smooth. With every motion, more intimate stimulation followed. The pace soon intensified. Before long, they achieved a perfect pace of passionate lovemaking.

“Yes! Yes! Ohhh yes!” Kelia cried out.

It felt incredible. There was little of the discomfort that her older sisters had warned her about when they described their first sexual experiences. They’d told her that it was normal for teenagers to fumble around a bit with sex. Sometimes, the man blew his load too quickly. Sometimes, the woman just wasn’t in the right mindset to enjoy it. Just getting on the same page was a challenge.

That was not the case with her and John Bliss.

Both his robot systems and his intimate desires culminated in this act. The way he looked at her, having both desire and passion in his eyes, obscured the line between man and machine. He wasn’t just tasked with satisfying her. He wanted to satisfy her. When she neared the cusp of orgasm, his expression only intensified.

“John! Ooh John! I…I’m coming!” she cried out.

He sensed it even before she loudly shouted it into his ear. He steadied his hips, held her closely, and made the final few movements to send her over the edge. When it came, she wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, and let out a cry of delight.

It was the best orgasm she’d ever experienced. There was no close second. Feeling a strong, handsome man in her intimate grasp, knowing his every act had been driven by real desire, made it special. As her lower body contorted to the onslaught of ecstasy, she cast her robot boyfriend a beaming smile and kissed him. Seeing her return his passions and hearing her moan from the pleasure triggered a reaction in him, as well.

“Kelia…my lover,” he said distantly. “Your touch…your passion…your pleasure…I feel it too.”

“Yes, John…feel it with me,” Kelia said breathlessly. “Please…give me more. I want more!”

The side-effects of a great orgasm had set in. As much as Kelia enjoyed it, she wasn’t satisfied. She craved more and John Bliss did not hesitate to continue. Their flesh still entwined, he resumed their sexual rhythm. New waves of intimate bliss followed.

As he rocked her body with their sex, he kissed her. That left no room for ambiguity. He felt the same sensations. His synthetic skin, his artificial intelligence, and his robot system allowed him to share in the feeling. That gave him even more motivation to satisfy her. Once again, Kelia couldn’t deny the results.

Their lovemaking unfolded like an impossible fantasy made real. John never lost focus for an instant. He continued working his body against hers, his masculine flesh slithering smoothly within her womanly depths. More ecstasy followed, but even as the feeling intensified, Kelia dared to be a little playful.

They rolled around on the bed, laughing and exchanging affectionate gestures. They made love in various positions. She let John Bliss make the most of his data, guiding her through various bodily alignments that tested both her flexibility and her stamina. She quickly learned that she loved being spooned from behind. She also enjoyed pinching her nipples during extra-hot moments.

Her intimate exploration with John led to more orgasms. Every time she came, he reacted in a way that made her suspect he achieved some kind of orgasm as well. It might have been unique to a robot. She didn’t know if it was as intense, but it certainly kept him going. Unburdened by traditional bodily limits, he could go for as long as she needed.

“Kelia…my darling…my purpose…my love,” he said throughout their lovemaking.

“John Bliss…my robot lover,” she replied.

Those passionate words echoed alongside a steady succession of moans and grunts. Kelia lost track of how many times she climaxed. However many it was, John made sure they all felt incredible.

While he probably could’ve made love indefinitely, Kelia was still human. She remembered that all too well once her limits caught up with her. After what ended up being her final orgasm, she let out a deep, content gasp and collapsed onto her bed in exhaustion. John must have sensed it because he withdrew his flesh from her and laid down next to her.

“Kelia…are you satisfied?” he asked her, still embracing her in his arms. “I cannot finalize my status as your robot lover until you confirm your satisfaction.”

“Mmm…” was all Kelia got out at first.

“What was that, my darling? Please, tell me whether or not you’re satisfied.”

“It’s okay, John. I’m satisfied…very, very satisfied!”

He smiled joyously, as though he’d just achieved his greatest life goal. For a robot boyfriend, it probably wasn’t too far from the truth. She smiled back, curling up next to him under the covers and enjoying the shared warmth of their naked bodies.

As the afterglow set in, the bigger picture became clear. She’d just made love to a robot boyfriend and it felt amazing. She now had a lover who was fully committed to satisfying both her intimate and sexual needs. In his loving gaze and warm embrace, she felt a connection that went beyond human.

“Hey John,” she said while resting her forehead against his.

“Yes, my love?” he replied.

“Robot or not…I’m glad you’re my boyfriend.”

“As am I, Kelia. I look forward to satisfying you.”

“So am I!”

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Daily Sexy Musing: Rock Star Sex Appeal

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There are certain types of sex appeal that are difficult to understand. You see people swoon over a particular celebrity, a fashion trend, or accent and it’s just confounding. I’ve met women who think Liam Neeson’s accent is the sexiest voice of all time. I don’t get it. However, when I see a rock star attract women by the dozens, I totally understand.

Rock stars are sexy. That’s just a fact. What they do, how they do it, and how they carry themselves just checks so many boxes with respect to sex appeal. Their music gets people moving in a sexy way. Their voice entices people with sexy, poetic tone. Their movements on a stage, sweating and yelling with a passion, just resonates with the loins of anyone there to see it.

Stories about rock stars exploiting their sex appeal is nothing new. Some of those stories have become modern day legends. Again, I totally understand. They’re rich, they’re talented, and they’re almost expected to be decadent party animals. People are going to want to be around them, especially members of the opposite sex. It might as well be a law of physics.

While the sex appeal of rock stars is beyond dispute, I think there are deeper sensual forces at work here. It’s not just about music, parties, or having a good time. Rock stars have this aura about them that defies description almost as much as it soaks panties. They have a persona and a presence that helps them do what they do. I believe that this factors heavily in their sex appeal.

Most of us will never be rock stars, but that doesn’t mean we can’t appreciate the power of their appeal. With this Daily Sexy Musing, I seek to celebrate this uncanny spectacle that makes so many dance, swoon, and cheer. Enjoy!

Their voice is loud.

Their movements are intense.

Their words are poetic.

Their rhythm is infectious.

We all take it in. The lights, the cheers, and spectacle of it all creates an experience like no other. It’s one we can share in large crowds. From a dingy club to a huge stadium, the show takes many forms in multiple scales. It all centers around them. They captivate us, drawing us under their influence and power.

They are rock stars.

They are rock gods.

Like any deity, they command worship and praise. We give it willingly. There’s no need for prayer or sacrifice. They offer it to us like a gift. Their talent, drive, and energy ignites the experience. It also ignites something intimate inside us.

We feel it in our hearts, but it quickly spreads to our loins. With rhythm and movement comes heat and arousal. Like a beacon or a siren, it summons us from afar and we willingly follow. Just hearing the music fills us with desire. Getting closer to the source is like getting close to the sun. The heat is almost too much.

Even so, we brave it.

To be near a star is to risk more heat.

To be with that star is to share in the flame.

We are willing captives, drawn to rhythmic musings of melody and song. Rock stars are the spark, but we are the fuel that eagerly spreads the flame. Fantasy and reality may often blur, but the persona and the music are real. In both our passions and our loins, we make share in its power.

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Killer Robots, Drone Warfare, And How Artificial Intelligence Might Impact Both

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On November 5, 2001, the history of warfare changed forever. On that date, an unmanned Predator drone armed with hellfire missiles killed Mohammed Atef, a known Al-Qaida military chief and the son-in-law to Osama Bin Laden. From a purely strategic standpoint, this was significant in that it proved the utility of a new kind of weapon system. In terms of the bigger picture, it marked the start of a new kind of warfare.

If the whole of human history has taught us anything, it’s that the course of that history changes when societies find new and devastating ways to wage war. In ancient times, to wage war, you needed to invest time and resources to train skilled warriors. That limited the scope and scale of war, although some did make the most of it.

Then, firearms came along and suddenly, you didn’t need a special warrior class. You just needed to give someone a gun, teach them how to use it, and organize them so that they could shoot in a unit. That raised both the killing power and the devastating scale of war. The rise of aircraft and bombers only compounded that.

In the 20th century, warfare became so advanced and so destructive that the large-scale wars of the past just aren’t feasible anymore. With the advent of nuclear weapons, the potential dangers of such a war are so great that no spoils are worth it anymore. In the past, I’ve even noted that the devastating power of nuclear weapons have had a positive impact on the world, albeit for distressing reasons.

Now, drone warfare has added a new complication. Today, drone strikes are such a common tactic that it barely makes the news. The only time they are noteworthy is when one of those strikes incurs heavy civilian casualties. It has also sparked serious legal questions when the targets of these strikes are American citizens. While these events are both tragic and distressing, there’s no going back.

Like gunpowder before it, the genie is out of the bottle. Warfare has evolved and will never be the same. If anything, the rise of combat drones will only accelerate the pace of change with respect to warfare. Like any weapon before it, some of that change will be negative, as civilian casualties often prove. However, there also potential benefits that could change more than just warfare.

Those benefits aren’t limited to keeping keep soldiers out of combat zones. From a cost standpoint, drones are significantly cheaper. A single manned F-22 Raptor costs approximately $150 million while a single combat drone costs about $16 million. That makes drones 15 times cheaper and you don’t need to be a combat ace to fly one.

However, those are just logistical benefits. It’s the potential that drones have in conjunction with advanced artificial intelligence that could make them every bit as influential as nuclear weapons. Make no mistake. There’s plenty of danger in that potential. There always is with advanced AI. I’ve even talked about some of those risks. Anyone who has seen a single “Terminator” movie understands those risks.

When it comes to warfare, though, risk tolerance tends to be more complicated than anything you see in the movies. The risks of AI and combat drones have already sparked concerns about killer robots in the military. As real as those risks are, there’s another side to that coin that rarely gets discussed.

Think back to any story involving a drone strike that killed civilians. There are plenty of incidents to reference. Those drones didn’t act on orders from Skynet. They were ordered by human military personnel, attempting to make tactical decision on whatever intelligence they had available at the time. The drones may have done the killing, but a human being gave the order.

To the credit of these highly trained men and women in the military, they’re still flawed humans at the end of the day. No matter how ethically they conduct themselves, they’re ability to assess, process, and judge a situation is limited. When those judgments have lives on the line, both the stakes and the burdens are immense.

Once more advanced artificial intelligence enters the picture, the dynamics for drone warfare changes considerably. This isn’t pure speculation. The United States Military has gone on record saying they’re looking for ways to integrate advanced AI into combat drones. While they stopped short of confirming they’re working on their own version of Skynet, the effort to merge AI and combat drones is underway.

In an overly-simplistic way, they basically confirmed they’re working on killer robots. They may not look like the Terminator or Ultron, but their function is similar. They’re programmed with a task and that task may or may not involve killing an enemy combatant. At some point, a combat drone is going to kill another human being purely based on AI.

That assumes it hasn’t already happened. It’s no secret that the United States Military maintains shadowy weapons programs that are often decades ahead of their time. Even if it hasn’t happened yet, it’s only a matter of time. Once an autonomous drone kills another human being, we’ll have officially entered another new era of warfare.

In this era, there are no human pilots directing combat drones from afar. There’s no human being pulling the trigger whenever a drone launches its lethal payload into a combat situation. The drones act on their own accord. They assess all the intel they have on hand, process it at speeds far beyond that of any human, and render decisions in an instant.

It sounds scary and it certainly is. Plenty of popular media, as well as respected public figures, paint a terrifying picture of killer robots killing without remorse or concern. However, those worst-case-scenarios overlook both the strategic and practical aspect of this technology.

In theory, a combat drone with sufficiently advanced artificial intelligence will be more effective than any human pilot could ever be in a military aircraft. It could fly better, carrying out maneuvers that would strain or outright kill even the most durable pilots. It could react better under stressful circumstances. It could even render better judgments that save more lives.

Imagine, for a moment, a combat drone with systems and abilities so refined that no human pilot or officer could hope to match it. This drone could fly into a war zone, analyze a situation, zero in on a target, and attack with such precision that there’s little to no collateral damage.

If it wanted to take a single person out, it could simply fire a high-powered laser that hits them right in the brain stem.

If it wants to take out someone hiding in a bunker, it could utilize a smart bullet or a rail gun that penetrates every level of shielding and impacts only a limited area.

If it wants to take out something bigger, it could coordinate with other drones to hit with traditional missiles in such a way that it had no hope of defending itself.

Granted, drones this advanced probably won’t be available on the outset. Every bit of new technology goes through a learning curve. Just look at the first firearms and combat planes for proof of that. It takes time, refinement, and incentive to make a weapons system work. Even before it’s perfected, it’ll still have an impact.

At the moment, the incentives are definitely there. Today, the general public has a very low tolerance for casualties on both sides of a conflict. The total casualties of the second Iraq War currently sit at 4,809 coalition forces and 150,000 Iraqis. While that’s only a fraction of the casualties suffered in the Vietnam War, most people still deem those losses unacceptable.

It’s no longer feasible, strategically or ethically, to just blow up an enemy and lay waste to the land around them. Neither politics nor logistics will allow it. In an era where terrorism and renegade militias pose the greatest threat, intelligence and precision matter. Human brains and muscle just won’t cut it in that environment. Combat drones, if properly refined, can do the job.

Please note that’s a big and critical if. Like nuclear weapons, this a technology that nobody in any country can afford to misuse. In the event that a combat drone AI develops into something akin to Skynet or Ultron, then the amount of death and destruction it could bring is incalculable. These systems are already designed to kill. Advanced AI will just make them better at killing than any human will ever be.

It’s a worst-case scenario, but one we’ve managed to avoid with nuclear weapons. With advanced combat drones, the benefits might be even greater than no large-scale wars on the level of Word War II. In a world where advanced combat drones keep terrorists and militias from ever becoming too big a threat, the potential benefits could be unprecedented.

Human beings have been waging bloody, brutal wars for their entire history. Nuclear weapons may have made the cost of large wars too high, but combat drones powered by AI may finally make it obsolete.

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Jack Fisher’s Weekly Quick Pick Comic: Captain Marvel #10

 

Captain Marvel (2019-) #10

Every so often, a new character comes along that you just know in your gut is going to be a big deal. I certainly felt it the first time I read about Kamala “Ms. Marvel” Khan back in 2014. I also felt it the first time I saw X-23 show up in a fateful episode of “X-Men Evolution.” It may be a bit premature on my part, but I definitely got that feeling about Ripley “Star” Ryan “Captain Marvel #10.”

For the past few issues of this series, writer Kelly Thompson has been teasing a new hero to challenge Carol Danvers in ways beyond who looks better in skin-tight outfits. Like Carol, she’s got blond hair, superpowers, and a fondness for punching the giant monsters that seem to invade New York City at least once a week. Marvel has even teased her as being the next big thing in their ever-evolving pantheon of heroes.

I admit, I was skeptical. Whenever a comic company goes out of their way to push a new hero like this, it tends to be hit or miss. Some, like Kamala Khan, work out wonderfully. Others become so forgettable that they’re relegated to punchlines for an entire era. For the most part, Star came off as just some generic woman trying to take advantage of Carol’s recent hardship. That all changed in Captain Marvel #10.”

After reading this book, I believe Star has the potential to be something special for both Captain Marvel and the larger Marvel universe. I’m not saying that potential could include a future phone call from Kevin Feige at Marvel Studios, but if I were Ms. Thompson, I would start preparing for that conversation.

Captain Marvel (2019-) #10

Whereas the past few issues have been full of questions, setbacks, and failures for Carol, “Captain Marvel #10” offers a fair amount of answers. Thanks to Tony Stark and an old adversary, Dr. Minn-Erva, who fans of the movie should recognize, Carol finds out why her powers have been acting up lately.

It has nothing to do with stress, mental blocks, or one too many grabs from Rogue. Someone infected her with a Kree-engineered virus and Dr. Minn-Erva doesn’t even try to make a mystery of it. She’s not exactly subtle and she gives Carol plenty of reasons to punch her senseless. On top of that, Dr. Minn-Erva is asking for Carol’s help. Let that sink in for a moment.

It’s not the charitable kind of help, either. It has been canon for a while that the Kree really screwed themselves, going all the way back to the “Black Vortex” event in 2015. They’re scattered, broken, and desperate. That gave Dr. Minn-Erva more than enough excuses to start experimenting with Kree and human DNA.

On paper, it seems like a good idea. Carol Danvers is half-Kree and she has proven on plenty of occasions that she can kick ass on an inter-stellar level. That’s exactly what the Kree needs in such desperate times.

As often happens with alien biology experiments in comics, things don’t go as planned.
Captain Marvel (2019-) #10

Without getting too deep into spoilers, I’ll note that Dr. Minn-Erva’s plans go beyond infecting Carol. I’ll also confirm that Star, who is revealed as Ripley Ryan, is a big part of those plans. Now, Ripley is very much a blank slate. Her first appearance was in “Captain Marvel #1” and she was just a sweet, hipster journalist looking to interview Carol.

Now, as Star, she’s a lot more than that. Between her powers and how she got them, her story is indelibly tied to Carol’s, more so than Kamala Khan’s. It’s also because of that connection that she has the potential to be Carol’s greatest ally or worst enemy. She proved in previous issues how capable she can be as an ally. In Captain Marvel #10,” she proves what she can do as an enemy.

Once the answers are laid out and the truth is revealed, the fighting starts. That’s where artist Carmen Carnero gives both Star and Captain Marvel the colorful spectacle that they deserve. It’s not just a clash between a new hero and an experienced veteran, either. There’s drama in this fight that you just can’t get from a typical rampaging monster or superhero brawl.

Captain Marvel (2019-) #10

The events of Captain Marvel #10 put Star at a unique crossroad. She can still become a hero. She can also become a dangerous new rival capable of challenging Captain Marvel, the Avengers, and anyone else who gets in her way. It’s not the least bit clear which path she’ll take, but the final pages hint that she’s willing to cross a few lines to realize her potential.

Thompson has achieved something special with both Star and Captain Marvel, which will likely make this comic a valuable collector’s item. Star isn’t the kind of superhero who got dragged into it by accident or circumstance. She chose to pursue it. She sought the kind of power and abilities that help make Carol Danvers the hero she is.

Star would not be on this path if someone like Captain Marvel hadn’t inspired her. It offers a unique perspective on the influence of superheroes. By doing what she does so well, Captain Marvel might have created her greatest rival. Like it or not, she’s a part of Star’s journey and “Captain Marvel #10” marks a critical stage of that journey.

It’s still hard to say whether Star will become the kind of character who will one day fight alongside Brie Larson in a Captain Marvel movie, but the potential is there. Since the world can never have too many charismatic female heroes, I’m certainly rooting for her.

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