Dystopian Dorm for Random Couples

[LupusDei]

Some, presumably rather large (but exploration of small groups may be interesting too) number of humans of breeding age inhabit... a Machine, for shorts. By day... no "activity period" the inhabitants are like closely controlled and segregated in uniform (and likely uniformed) groups. Anyway, it's of secondary interest, for now. It may even be surprisingly normal-like.

The interesting thing is the "resting period" where people are, after mandatory (possibly forceful) showering and/or similar cleaning activity deposited nude (possibly by a crazy human dispenser contraption) into blind and bare sleeping cells. Generally, two per cell, generally, each drawn from different baskets, supposedly by random. Threesomes are possible, albeit likely rare. Some sex pairings may or not happen, but generally are of secondary interest, and the coupling is presumably done in total disregard to anyone's personal preferences anyhow, it makes sense most are heteronormative pairings.

So. Apart of passively following the sad chaos of someone trying to survive in such an environment (realistically, most "nights" the random roommates will likely spend shivering in opposite corners, although there of course will be all kinds of strategies, from attempts to rape whomever is found in their cell, to efforts of quick romance, to platonic conversations), what stories might emerge?

It's complicated, but a determined couple may decode a pattern and spend together most nights, at least until next realignment of the Machine. It probably requires ability to coordinate outside of the dorm from hell.

 

[sirhugs]

The machine does not understand human emotion, so both Lust and Love confuse it, leading to over heating and malfunction once enough couples engage in true emotions.

 

[AlinaX]

The machine seeks to optimise work efficiency but also maximise genetic diversity. It understands that for some inhabitants there may need to be more than two partners at play before sexual intercourse leading to impregnation is possible. It learns how certain pairings lead to more fulfilling sex and greater work efficiency, but also that repeated pairings lead to inefficiencies. Thus a lesbian scheduled for impregnation may be cycled through various FFM threesomes that the machine considers good for genetic purposes, but when not scheduled for impregnantion will generally be paired with other sapphic women.

 

[djrip]

The machine is bio organic and the people are moved about in esophageal tubes and extruded into large fleshy soft sacks, rather than hard rooms. The sack like nature of the spaces make the people naturally roll into each other in the bottom of the squishy rooms. It takes active effort to clamber up the sides and stay separate. It may at points contract in on them in an effort to "help things along."

 

[LupusDei]

The machine is bio organic and the people are moved about in esophageal tubes and extruded into large fleshy soft sacks, rather than hard rooms. The sack like nature of the spaces make the people naturally roll into each other in the bottom of the squishy rooms. It takes active effort to clamber up the sides and stay separate. It may at points contract in on them in an effort to "help things along."

Well... yes. Certainly a possibility.

But to me that's... kind of sounds like a crossover to a whole other universe, where billions of people (descendants of ancient abduction) live in the guts of those living alien arcology hives in multi-species symbolic system united by the mind gel "telepathy slime" and somehow (not by own fault, really) have fooled the former dominant species to consider humans as sub form in their own insanely complex lifecycles. I could easily see such fun-rooms there, but it has all the little drawbacks of well established alien culture where it's just the way of life, and thus perfectly enjoyable... by most, anyhow.

Let's say,
When the Caller delivers the captain of the envoy ship down he might find himself in one of those by surprise, with some adorable locals, before getting to set things up to free the first delegation (half of his small crew) that had been imprisoned (and under threat of being "recycled") for the crime of wearing clothes.

Or, in the complex history of the Dominion there could be, certainly were actually, some poorly integrated hives this could take place in. (Almost all of it was wiped out in internal wars involving biological warfare, leaving the lone well human-integrated hive as the single self-encapsul survivor only spawning ore or two recent colonies again. That's how we discovered them, not the other way around.) Who knows, there still could be some, or even better, some capital ships of those flying around.

Maybe they got an Earthling sleeper ship sent to one of the worlds indicated by Simlins as free for taking.

 

[sirhugs]

We mere Earthlings best surrender, lay back and enjoy it?

 

[LupusDei]

We mere Earthlings best surrender, lay back and enjoy it?

Yes, apparently.

I'm currently rebranding this as "The Universal Dorm" and it's now not at all that dystopian... seemingly. It's kinda very cool even, but... until you stop to think through.

It's the cheapest and the only immediately available option offered to an exchange student lone horndog guy (he says, "free to me, as offered" without going into details, I think his grant cover it, or some such scheme). Apparently introduced to that college by some shady company recently, claiming to be using "alien technology" of questionable origin, but he's far from only user already. Later it becomes clear they're obviously pushing everyone, EVERYONE, to move to this type of housing. With possibly detrimental effects to the social order and the world as we know it.

He's alone in the room at first (as everyone would reasonably expect), a room he describes as "octagonal egg" ten feet long, eight high and seven wide in the middle, narrowing to about four feet at the ends, with no sharp edges or truly flat surfaces. Surfaces entirely covered by "glowing skin of the fairest redhead" divided into elongated hexagonal pillows in intricate pattern that wraps all surfaces without interruption (the skin of the room is self-cleaning, can change color, temperature and lighting intensity, including, when reacting to touching, even the form to some extent, and the environment is obviously totally controlled).

He finds the room bit freaky, but incredibly arousing on its own, sleep very well, but doesn't rate the experience with the highest marks when asked for a review by the transporter unit (basically a tardis disguised as a shower cabin you can't actually shower in). Then he discover that in the seemingly endless depths of "what could be improved" dialogue presets, there's not only an option to say he's missing for alive sex partner, but he can even design his ideal woman apparently.

He keeps complaining every morning he's not having her, as a running joke, for some about two weeks I think, until, she's in the room indeed when he's arriving. But she's (while naked of course, the transporter complains about flip flops and even a silver ring as "foreign objects"), appears by incidental clues, music, fragrance in the room, the wall and light color scheme she's choosen, to be a Muslim or something middle-east-esque at least, try to cover and scream in a language he's never heard like being murdered. And he operate something by pure instinct calling the transport out, and arrive back in campus... in the morning (!), clearly lost six hours or so, along with any opportunity for a night's sleep, for being considerate guy leaving that distressed lady alone and not raping her.

It goes better from there, a whole lot better... but also more freakish at times. But I only have a short introduction written yet, and a lot of random encounters in my head (including, among others, a lovely administration lady from the same campus; a whole string of willing, but awkward virgins he can't talk to due to a language barier; four versions of the same girl from different parallel realities all at once when he tried to summon a certain girl he doesn't know; a very beautiful girl of unknown origin with intensely purple skin hot to touch and a bit glowing yellow eyes; an undoubtedly High Elf lady who throws herself at him as if he's her long lost lover and maybe, after an endless night of learning his native language, demands he takes her out with him as a refugee from something clearly terrifying but beyond his comprehension, yet; and even his own day-world new girlfriend, making their till then almost platonic relationship awkward), but no clear idea at all where the overall story could be going, or what's it's all about really.

 

[LupusDei]

Is consent even possible between partners that doesn't share language or cultural background? Like, if they're being from different worlds?

Assumption that the accidental roommate expects sex is proven to not be universally true, even if there's fair chance they do.

Sure, it's somewhat possible to rely on completely animal level signaling and behavior, but that inherently implies way more up front touching than would be acceptable in polite society. Even once we're past that without obvious repulsion, it may only mean the limits got murkier. If she's the aggressive partner, or obviously presenting, it may be easier. But if she's passive or gives seemingly contradictory signals?

 

[LupusDei]

So, say, a (modern earth human) guy enter the room, and there is this exquisite elven maiden lounging on the soft floor (no such thing as bed, the entire room is just that, also a reminder that total nudity is technologically enforced there), singing in her language. He smiles, she smiles back, and keeps on singing. Very much not afraid, relaxed, watching him apparently friendly. He lay besides her, she's seemingly welcoming, but keeps on singing, and is not explicitly inviting. He notice her sharp ear, reach for it and pinch the extended tip, just to make sure it's real. She says "ouch" swatting his hand away, but laughs. So far so good, but how one negotiate sex from there?

 

[LupusDei]

Or say, our guy is in the room first, but right after this asiatic Chinese? Japanese? princess is delivered with a fanfare, and she's apparently confused, but not repulsive. And after a bit of recovery starts tweeting two hundred words a minute in a language that appears to have on average two consonants per fifteen vowels, way too many vowels and tonal nuances. He tries to get her name giving his, and she appears to grasp the idea, but what she offers is at least sixty characters long. And she doesn't accept his attempted shortenings, nor excessive touching, but then sits down on her knees and apparently demands he does the same across of her. Then chants something, stick her tongue out and... wait? What now?

 

[joy_of_cooking]

Or say, our guy is in the room first, but right after this asiatic Chinese? Japanese? princess is delivered with a fanfare, and she's apparently confused, but not repulsive. And after a bit of recovery starts tweeting two hundred words a minute in a language that appears to have on average two consonants per fifteen vowels, way too many vowels and tonal nuances. He tries to get her name giving his, and she appears to grasp the idea, but what she offers is at least sixty characters long. And she doesn't accept his attempted shortenings, nor excessive touching, but then sits down on her knees and apparently demands he does the same across of her. Then chants something, stick her tongue out and... wait? What now?

Uh... FYI the times literary supplement, that hotbed of radical leftist extremism, has been advising against using Asiatic in reference to people since the fifties. https://www.etymonline.com/word/Asiatic?ref=etymonline_crossreference

 

[33RPMVinylPants]

Have you seen The Platform (movie on Netflix)

It's about as heavy-handed a metaphor for modern capitalism as you can get (prisoners in a tall, vertical prison. Food is delivered by a platform that descends floor by floor, and the prisoners eat as mich as they can before the platform continues to the next floor down. obviously, the people at the top get all the food and the people at the bottom starve to death)

The reason I mention it is that one element of the setup is that once a month, the prisoners are all sedated and randomly reassigned a room. They might end up at the top, they might end up at the bottom, and they usually end up with a new roommate.

 

[LupusDei]

Uh... FYI the times literary supplement, that hotbed of radical leftist extremism, has been advising against using Asiatic in reference to people since the fifties. https://www.etymonline.com/word/Asiatic?ref=etymonline_crossreference

Without suggesting with what effectively and effortlessly to replace the word with, such give me nothing. One word racial descriptive is sought, no matter how racist. To my ear, asiatic seems better than mongoloid although the later is more precise as the implication is that the woman is likely of extraterrestrial origin and so cannot be from Asia indeed. Sure, then one can just as successfully say she got nothing to do with Mongols either. Although, we can't know at this point, whereas confusion is the point. But that's at least explicitly implies racial likeness. So I will take that as your suggested change.

Should I just said, a woman with slanted eyes and squashed nose? Perhaps, but that isn't hot and says nothing about her tits. And in this context, Pornhub categories trump literally guides big time. So, at that angle "hot asian chick" is exactly the right language.

By the way, added to the negative promt with Stable Diffusion "asian" work very well in suppression of its default racial bias. Much cleaner that trying to list all the non-brown eye colours and non-black hair colours in the positive, then fight with the zooming in to portrait such flurry of keywords would necessarily trigger.

 

[HectorBidon]

One word racial descriptive is sought, no matter how racist.

I'd probably use "oriental." Its use is also somewhat discouraged (in the US) as being a pejorative stereotype, but it gets the job done and has an air of the mysterious and exotic.