Smut In Space: Part 4
I recognize that the age of consent varies from one country to another on just one planet. It's very likely that said age will also vary from one planet to another when humanity begins colonizing space. But, in order to get a hot, spicy, sexy science fiction story set in the far future published today we must all defer to nervous publishers and distributors in the present. With the 160,000 e-hour standard, we've done that for any number of worlds, and don't go upsetting the applecart by asking about time-dilation effects.
Likewise we've at least touched upon matters of gravity, microgravity and high gravity. We've also mentioned nonhuman aliens who somehow find human females...or males...irresistibly attractive. How could all of this information and all of these possibilities be put together?
The first thing that comes to mind is a very big and very special space station orbiting some barren, inhospitable rock. It's been specifically built to serve as the ultimate house of ill repute, and put in orbit around that barren rock so that there are no locals to complain about what's going on up there, even if they can't see it or hear it and wouldn't even know it was up there if they didn't have telescopes. The name of the place is irrelevant. It could be called anything from 'Research Station Two' to 'Madam Xyborg's Wheel Of Fun' or 'The Happiest Place Off Earth'. In order to gain admission, someone would have to prove that they were of age, giving authors a convenient way to allay the fears of publishers in the first chapter.
Once on board, the possibilities are...well, there are a LOT of possibilities. If the station is built like a number of spoked wheels connected by their hubs, and set to spinning around its axis at the proper rate, visitors can experience different levels of gravity, starting with near-zero at a hub and working their way up the scale as they move out along the spokes until they get to the outer rim, which would probably have a centrifugal force equal to about 1G. Pressurized suites set along each spoke would provide places for couples or menages to play in varying simulated gravities, and trained staff would be available to advise patrons of any potential problems they might encounter. Suites could even be adjusted to different atmospheres, temperatures and pressures to suit anyone's taste or sense of adventure. For the wannabe Kirks, human females on the staff could dress up as hot alien chicks, using body paint, makeup or temporary prosthetics as the fantasy required.
(I didn't pay much attention to Star Trek: Voyager. Did Janeway ever hook up with a hot alien stud?)
If alien species have been found and contacted, some of them could also work as staff there. It's one way I can think of to explain why they find human females (or males) so attractive...they are paid very well to act that way. Maybe one or two of them are graduate students working on a paper about those weird, hairless, tailless monkeys who seem to be everywhere these days. And maybe some of them come to really enjoy kinky sex with a different species.
Such a place would eventually have powerful friends and equally powerful enemies. Someone would always be trying to slip a spy or two on board to find out what's REALLY going on, and maybe bring back videos so that politicians can watch them over and over to reinforce their righteous senses of outrage at such lewd, filthy, disgusting, nasty, squishy, messy, perverted activities.
The setting is such that the stories will practically write themselves.
I'd really like some comments.
Likewise we've at least touched upon matters of gravity, microgravity and high gravity. We've also mentioned nonhuman aliens who somehow find human females...or males...irresistibly attractive. How could all of this information and all of these possibilities be put together?
The first thing that comes to mind is a very big and very special space station orbiting some barren, inhospitable rock. It's been specifically built to serve as the ultimate house of ill repute, and put in orbit around that barren rock so that there are no locals to complain about what's going on up there, even if they can't see it or hear it and wouldn't even know it was up there if they didn't have telescopes. The name of the place is irrelevant. It could be called anything from 'Research Station Two' to 'Madam Xyborg's Wheel Of Fun' or 'The Happiest Place Off Earth'. In order to gain admission, someone would have to prove that they were of age, giving authors a convenient way to allay the fears of publishers in the first chapter.
Once on board, the possibilities are...well, there are a LOT of possibilities. If the station is built like a number of spoked wheels connected by their hubs, and set to spinning around its axis at the proper rate, visitors can experience different levels of gravity, starting with near-zero at a hub and working their way up the scale as they move out along the spokes until they get to the outer rim, which would probably have a centrifugal force equal to about 1G. Pressurized suites set along each spoke would provide places for couples or menages to play in varying simulated gravities, and trained staff would be available to advise patrons of any potential problems they might encounter. Suites could even be adjusted to different atmospheres, temperatures and pressures to suit anyone's taste or sense of adventure. For the wannabe Kirks, human females on the staff could dress up as hot alien chicks, using body paint, makeup or temporary prosthetics as the fantasy required.
(I didn't pay much attention to Star Trek: Voyager. Did Janeway ever hook up with a hot alien stud?)
If alien species have been found and contacted, some of them could also work as staff there. It's one way I can think of to explain why they find human females (or males) so attractive...they are paid very well to act that way. Maybe one or two of them are graduate students working on a paper about those weird, hairless, tailless monkeys who seem to be everywhere these days. And maybe some of them come to really enjoy kinky sex with a different species.
Such a place would eventually have powerful friends and equally powerful enemies. Someone would always be trying to slip a spy or two on board to find out what's REALLY going on, and maybe bring back videos so that politicians can watch them over and over to reinforce their righteous senses of outrage at such lewd, filthy, disgusting, nasty, squishy, messy, perverted activities.
The setting is such that the stories will practically write themselves.
I'd really like some comments.
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