Another short story opening, this time from Argonaut, a sci-fi/cyberpunkish piece I’m currently trying to place somewhere. After the bump.
Clay just couldn’t figure why someone would bother to do the slice-and-clout on his sex sim. His test files–maybe, but the sex sim? The stolen protocols consisted of Mistress Ravenna, a cartoonishly proportioned custom vamp with a subtle dominatrix overlay, as well as a few black-market dupes of popular actresses. There was nothing particularly extreme or unique in those sims–no necrotic orgies or pan-gender scenarios, no mutant genitalia or anthrobotanic scent-fucking. And yet the comm-queue now contained seven recordings from a person called ‘Vestal’ wearing the stolen features of his virtua lover.