JuanSeiszFitzHall
yet another
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Mine is the Martian Slut Ray. You know, the trope in which women suddenly, and for no apparent reason, become wildly libidinous and throw themselves at people outside their relationships. There is, naturally, a desire on Mars for continuous improvement of the Ray, with research teams tirelessly committed to making Earthling women do more and weirder things with even less likely partners.
Yeah, everyone gets tired of reading this over and over, but I still delved into it. There’s the competition among research organizations on Mars, and the pervasive industrial espionage and reverse engineering (with honey-pot sex traps to steal secrets). There’s the government that funds the research, because Earthlings are getting ever closer to sending astronauts to Mars, and eventually claiming the whole planet. There’s fear throughout the Martian populace that their civilization, which went underground when the planet’s surface became uninhabitable, will be invaded by Earthlings. There are the great Martian thinkers, who believe that if Earthlings can be made to have more sex, they won’t have the time or the desire to explore Mars.
And then there are the worn-out subplots: The group of Earthlings (mostly women) who send a team to Mars to sabotage the Rays (so Earthling women can regain the ability to decide when and how to have sex), and the group of Earthlings (mostly men) who try to stop this group, and/or share with Martians their own ideas for improving the Rays. There are the disenchanted Martian researchers who decide they have no business interfering with Earthling sex, and the secret police hunting them down. There are the Martians who like the idea of Earthling invasion, because they want to have sex with Earthlings. And there are the research teams on Earth, trying to boost the power of their Earthling Slut Rays to penetrate below the surface of Mars, and make Martians have more and weirder sex, to be captured on security cameras and provide new content for porn sites.
Sadly, I wrote all of this under a different moniker, on a site which later collapsed, while my computer and backup storage were erased by a Venusian Hacker Ray.
Yeah, everyone gets tired of reading this over and over, but I still delved into it. There’s the competition among research organizations on Mars, and the pervasive industrial espionage and reverse engineering (with honey-pot sex traps to steal secrets). There’s the government that funds the research, because Earthlings are getting ever closer to sending astronauts to Mars, and eventually claiming the whole planet. There’s fear throughout the Martian populace that their civilization, which went underground when the planet’s surface became uninhabitable, will be invaded by Earthlings. There are the great Martian thinkers, who believe that if Earthlings can be made to have more sex, they won’t have the time or the desire to explore Mars.
And then there are the worn-out subplots: The group of Earthlings (mostly women) who send a team to Mars to sabotage the Rays (so Earthling women can regain the ability to decide when and how to have sex), and the group of Earthlings (mostly men) who try to stop this group, and/or share with Martians their own ideas for improving the Rays. There are the disenchanted Martian researchers who decide they have no business interfering with Earthling sex, and the secret police hunting them down. There are the Martians who like the idea of Earthling invasion, because they want to have sex with Earthlings. And there are the research teams on Earth, trying to boost the power of their Earthling Slut Rays to penetrate below the surface of Mars, and make Martians have more and weirder sex, to be captured on security cameras and provide new content for porn sites.
Sadly, I wrote all of this under a different moniker, on a site which later collapsed, while my computer and backup storage were erased by a Venusian Hacker Ray.
