Ashley, your imagination reigns.
Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 11:44 am
Speaking as one who's been around since before there was a Fembot Central, I want you to know that no woman has ever owned our fetish as you do. Your mind is eager and perceptive, discerning the sexual/power dynamics underlying our idiosyncrasies. No mere starlet, you embody on screen the creative process: performer, producer, writer - the whole package in one. Truly, I've reviewed many attempts over the years, and none have managed the sort of role and identity you have managed to construct.
If only technology were ready, I imagine you would be there to step up to the challenge, rising to command a resort full of "ladies", and to choreograph their encounters with the clientele. A Madam-puppeteer would possess an almost psychic ability to gain information through her surrogates, and to manifest that knowledge in a creative fulfillment of the guests' desires.
Let the tourists fuck in a well-managed theme park, be it Medieval, or Ancient Rome, or Harry Potter's land. In my vision, there's a cozy neighborhood with a variety of settings, available to each of the very wealthy. Each Owner programming their own scenarios and experiments, with no obligation for machines to stay in character, or to act in a duplication of the ways of a human. A Modernist development, providing a place to discover fembots as fembots, as well as to develop new routines to be used back in Westworld or The Pirates of the Caribbean.
And you, with your cachet of website celebrity, would be appointed as a public face and a guide, to help new Owners looking for creative ideas. They would drop by, and you would discuss all manner of impossibly sexy options imaginable. Call in a fembot, to use in demonstration. You would also have your own robotic duplicates - deploy them as you will, adding to your mystery. Is this the real Ashley? Is there a real Ashley?
This is not a simple idea for a clip. Someday, a woman will command a role of such amazing erotic power. Aim for the stars, and imagine a world that will race to catch up to your vision. And if the girl-tech suddenly became available, fiction and fact could merge in you, in the form of an epic and enduring sex symbol. Madonna? Mae West? Marilyn? In comparison, they were only teases, unable to carry their fans all the way across to ecstasy.
- Dale Coba
If only technology were ready, I imagine you would be there to step up to the challenge, rising to command a resort full of "ladies", and to choreograph their encounters with the clientele. A Madam-puppeteer would possess an almost psychic ability to gain information through her surrogates, and to manifest that knowledge in a creative fulfillment of the guests' desires.
Let the tourists fuck in a well-managed theme park, be it Medieval, or Ancient Rome, or Harry Potter's land. In my vision, there's a cozy neighborhood with a variety of settings, available to each of the very wealthy. Each Owner programming their own scenarios and experiments, with no obligation for machines to stay in character, or to act in a duplication of the ways of a human. A Modernist development, providing a place to discover fembots as fembots, as well as to develop new routines to be used back in Westworld or The Pirates of the Caribbean.
And you, with your cachet of website celebrity, would be appointed as a public face and a guide, to help new Owners looking for creative ideas. They would drop by, and you would discuss all manner of impossibly sexy options imaginable. Call in a fembot, to use in demonstration. You would also have your own robotic duplicates - deploy them as you will, adding to your mystery. Is this the real Ashley? Is there a real Ashley?
This is not a simple idea for a clip. Someday, a woman will command a role of such amazing erotic power. Aim for the stars, and imagine a world that will race to catch up to your vision. And if the girl-tech suddenly became available, fiction and fact could merge in you, in the form of an epic and enduring sex symbol. Madonna? Mae West? Marilyn? In comparison, they were only teases, unable to carry their fans all the way across to ecstasy.
- Dale Coba
