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Sol, Chapter 1: Non-Consentual Machine Sex

It was time for Daniel to lose his virginity. His mother shoved him into the cramped room with Diamond- the family pleasure machine. Daniel’s family, his immediate one, numbered over two dozen colonists. His family were Neo-Christians. As soon as boys hit puberty they were forced to practice dominance. Although there was not that much of a need for coercion. The urge for dominance was thought to have naturally occurred in adolescent males.

It didn’t happen to him. There was no “natural” presence in his genetic makeup determining his want for power over the opposite sex, let alone other males. Daniel was not the only one. His feelings have been found in all free people. He wasn’t a little boy, he was a very lanky boy, and he didn’t feel the desire rising inside. He felt the pain he had seen in the faces of his sisters, suffocated by plastic, violated by flesh with his father behind them in constant control. Diamond was hard, Daniel was not. He would be weeded out because of this. This was the rite of passage. This was how colonies on Luna functioned: authoritarian environments with patriarchal families operating Oil 2 synthesizing farms.

Daniel had never heard of the space communes way away from the moon that he had always known as his one and only home. The colonies that weren’t really colonies at all, but just places where people lived together. Not necessarily in total harmony, but what they constituted their mutual existences on operated independently of corporate controlled Earth.

We were once trapped and now we are free, but the time for rejoicing is finished, it is now time to build this alternate civilization- a human one once again. We are not zealots because we are individuals. However, we must still evangelize…

Daniel was done with the toy.

I’m out now mother.

Have you done the deed?

Do you know how it hurts me inside, how it tears my guts apart, every time I am forced to feel the touch of plastic mother? I know you can feel the disgust as I do towards this insulated life. Every day you dream of being on Earth. I know it. Tell me mother, does feeling the natural beauty, humanity’s ancient home, does that give you an affection for plastic? Do the synthetic mountain ranges, all of the corp clouds and the green water bubbling in the steaming seas, does that make you impervious to plastic? Does home make you love being malleable?

Blaspheme in this dome once more and I will throw you into the vacuum.

If the patriarch-

If loving Father, His grace, knew that you could not bear the touch of plastic, he would liquidize you instantly and rightfully so- you have shamed your family with this abomination you call freedom. You have no idea what it is. Those animals up there with their lesbian orgies are a disgrace, and they think they are the future. Stop thinking about this, I am saving you- now go have sex with the machine Daniel. Make Father proud.

See what they have done to themselves, these cultists? They are the remnants of authoritarian religion and capitalism. It is not wrong to pity them, but they cannot easily be freed. They are too entrenched in their ideology. At least they serve as a reminder, and a warning, of what we once were back on Earth.