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When thinking about mixed reality VR headsets, Apple's Bug Eyes, dubbed Vision Pro, might come to mind. Or creepy Zuckerberg's Meta Quest. But when I think about it, not only does the origin of PMS (Pedestrian Mobile Surveillance) arise, but also the Listeners.
VR communities are coming. Today, Universal Studios and Disney World use the tech as cheap roller coaster rides. But a place where everyone wears the headsets, ugh. This will break many rules. And like Herpes during an SNL after-party, it'll spread fast into resorts, hotels, restaurants, and, of course, the mentioned.
Mars Community for Biological Women Only
I wrote about it in a story called Molly the Jolly Squirting Cougar. It's available on this forum. You have to search for it, though... I'm too lazy to dig it up. I explained DOT, which is AI, would separate the females from the males. Ah, yes, it was a prophecy using nonfictional metaphors for fictional events. AI weirdos are etching this tomorrow as I type. Programmed by Down syndrome-minded assholes, selfish dipshits, cringy faggots, and man-hating dykes, AI responds to the public accordingly to their vision, ideology, and reactions. And it will encourage women to permanently distance themselves from living penises.
Anywho, there's a VR community in the future called Mars. Everyone wears the mixed reality technology. When walking the street donned with the mandatory headset, you see a Mars landscape with dome buildings and magnificent mountains in the far. When looking at the sky, you can see its moons creeping beyond the red glare.
Inside your unit, everything is technology. Your furniture is alive! Ah, yes, a wet dream from a character named Pee Wee Herman. If you increase the VR intensity, your walls breathe. And when Amazon-like companies make drone deliveries, they appear as incoming starships. Indeed, designers can stitch animated models to real objects. It's all in the signatures, snoopies.
Instead of 911 Emergency Service, this community has the Listeners. If there's a domestic dispute, or you're suicidal, you call them and AI listens. It will react. It will speak to you as if it's a concern, therapist. Not only that, but it will "Aww" at you too. It will also flirt and break ice with a pun or two.
"I hate her fucking guts," a resident says as she holds her drink with a phone to her ear, sitting on a sofa of moving clouds.
A feminine voice replies, "Ugh, if I had guts, I wouldn't want anyone to hate them."
Baffled, the agitated woman raises an eyebrow. She adds, "Anyway, I'm thinking about leaving her. She disagrees with everything I say, unlike when we first met."
"Well, honey bunny," the Listener remarks, "we just met, and I'm already disagreeing with you." The woman abruptly stands. She's angry! Just as she's about to say something, AI adds, "Eh, I'm joking with you, boo. Sit your cute ass back down." Ugh, creepy, it's watching her too.
Misogynistic Community for Biological Men Only
Meanwhile, in a city over the hill, there's another similar community using this tech, but I call it the Dirty Fucking Pussy District. Ah, yes, all biological males. But unlike the women's hood, the guys are given two sex bots each. These animatronics are advanced with suction and tongues. When you're behind one, and she's hitting the sensitive spots on her playmate's realistic vagina, the whimpers she mewls! It's a place Westworld writers failed to imagine. And instead of a foreign planet atmosphere, you see pussy galore—Vegas style with a Brazilian beach touch! Naked actresses, musicians, models, and even historic politicians and leaders. But be warned, some privileged vaginas have infiltrated the strict gender policy and snuck in to pretend to be a fuck doll.
Oh, if you purchase the VIP package, you get two domestic victims. Ah, yes, when you raise your voice at them, they shield their face with a hand and might flinch. This technology reads your facial expressions too. So if you get angry and furrow your eyebrows, they instinctively apologize and say, "Please don't hit me." Ugh, cringe. Fucking rich people and their disturbing entertainment.
Between these two antithetical towns, there's a massive parking garage. Twelve stories and could fit five Super Walmarts inside. When a guest or resident arrives, they take a train to the gender-appropriate community. Don't worry, each section includes a bar. You'll be given your headsets there. Like a flight attendant demonstrating the emergency protocol, an employee will show you everything you need to know about the technology and the wonder world you're about to enter. And in this future place, there are only two genders that are determined by your privates. AI will scan that area regardless of your preference before entering the depot. Feelings injure profits in tomorrow's reality.
This future is coming hard. But first, WAR! WAR! WAR!
