The key to technological success is persistence. Maureen knows this.
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Maureen’s Reverse Engineering: Page Two by Dark Vanessa and commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)
And from there, it’s off to wild adventures for Maureen…
Time for another short comic of Gnosis material, in this case taken from the beginning of Invisible Girl, Heroine and illustrated by Argentine artist Dark Vanessa, who in addition to producing the sort of fetching manga we see below does some gorgeous pin-up work which you can see at DeviantArt.
The story — if you recall — begins in an earlier Gnosis College parascript Progress in Research, in which technologist girl Maureen Creel unearths the fact that a Gnosis physics professor has invented an invisibility technology, which he is abusing in an obvious way.
At the start of Invisible Girl, Heroine, Maureen takes it upon herself to re-create the prof’s technology for her own use. I chose it as a short subject to develop into a micro-comic for two reasons: (1) in itself it’s about as simple a story as can be told: protragonist encounters obstacles but overcomes them in the end and (2) it’s sort of humorous, though obviously YMMV.
The manga:
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Maureen’s Reverse Engineering: Page One by Dark Vanessa and commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)
Better luck next page, Maureen!
The photograph might be science-not-mad-but-just-slightly-awry, and variants of it are all over the Internetz, but this particular Russian-language demotivator surely merits a mention here:
In case the Russian is a little rusty don’t feel bad mine is too the caption reads “Chemistry: I shall never forget it.”
An alternate reading is possible is we imagine that the lady scientist in the photos is named Khimia, “Khimia: I shall never forget her.”
Another splendid and example of someone making their own Erotic Mad Science through CG art: “Retooling.”
Published here by the gracious permission of the artist, who wishes to remain anonymous. Click on the image to see in full size.
Sex machine? Sexbot? Erotic scanning? Software update? You write the story…
Okay, I admit the post title is in seriously poor taste, but I couldn’t resist, because it links this appealing monster girl sex animated gif:
with the title of one of the most cheerfully sleazy and over-the-top mad science movies:
So I guess you’ll have to forgive the pun. First bee-girl image found at Janitor of Lunacy.
(Note: What is the bee girl in coitu with? A ghost? Or did the animation budget just run out?)
Or it did back around 2000 anyway. Chris’s Invincible Superblog has a post pointing out that the Archie spin-off comic book to Archie’s Weird Mysteries in which Archie Andrews dates a sexbot named Lisi.
Lisi was created by a local mad scientist to have the best features of both Betty and Veronica, I believe as some sort of very-necessary research into teenage sexuality. She thus interestingly represents an attempt at sort of erotic chimera, like Jireen who was created out of Jill Keeney and Maureen Creel. Although as far as I know, neither Betty nor Veronica had to be dissolved in the process of making Lisi. (Darn!)
Squick or squee, I guess. Though perhaps we shouldn’t be too surprised that something like this was going on somewhere in the Archie fictional universe. I mean, Don DeCarlo did a lot of its art for a long time, and we know that DeCarlo definitely had a thing for sci-fi cheesecake and I’d wager he’d have ventured into erotic mad science given free rein…
Glad I’m alive now, rather than back then.
An enterprising travelblogger named Nathan visited a place called The Sex Museum in Amsterdam and snagged the following picture of an imagined early sex machine:
Nathan snagged a lot of interesting pictures, actually, so I strongly encourage you to take a look at his post on his visit. (Don’t be misled by the fact that the first part appears to be about cats.) The Sex Museum’s website appears to be here, and it sounds like four euros well spent, should you ever be in Amsterdam.
I guess we can give her a pass, even if we don’t have much evidence of madness.
Click for larger: found at this forum at Megatokyo, which contains other images of interest. I think the original source might be a series called Oh My Goddess!, although I am not directly familiar with that particular source material.
Much as I encourage you all to peruse the gallery yourselves, I cannot resist posting one more image from the Silverghost pulps:
The gallery labels this “Dr. Ornowski” but unfortunately that doesn’t help me much with provenance. What does make this intriguing is that it’s another example of the long cultural reach of Metropolis: a woman stands in the middle of rings of mad-science energy undergoing…some kind of tranformation. The header illustration to Erotic Mad Science is only a very recent example of this visual trope, though since the one featured here is mid-century pulp art our lovely lady is a bit more modestly clad than Hugo Araújo‘s.
I (and you) should take this illustration as a “write your own story” opportunity. Is it teletransportation? Invisibility? Human transmutation? The opportunities are endless…
In my unending pursuit of cinematic mad science I recently unearthed a little flick with the provocative English-language title of Deep Contact (1998). It turns out to be a late pink eiga, that is to say, Japanese softcore/sexplotiation movie. (It’s distributed by a company imaginatively named Pink Eiga.)
The premise is this. A cynical, burned-out loser named Wataru is abducted and finds himself in a very strange sort of hospital. (Wataru is on the far left of the screenshot below.)
The head of the hospital, a Dr. Ohora (yes, they do make the obvious pun at some point) explains that Wataru is desparately needed for an experiment. The earth is being threatened with destruction by a comet, and only the force of psychokinesis can divert the comet sufficiently to save the world.
Fortunately they actually have a means of generating the necessary psycokinetic energy — they have a group of psychics whose power is released by…well, no points for guessing on this blog. And the most powerful of them is one Ikuko, a hot lady sexual scientist. Ohora arranges a masturbation-driven demonstration of her prowess for Wataru.
Ikuko, whose abilities began to manifest at menarche, has been abstaining from intercourse all her life for fear of the destruction she might wreck if she had “real” sex. But it has been determined (somehow) that Wataru is the man for her, who can release her energies so as to divert the comet and save the world. “She is fantasizing about you,” Ohora tells Wataru as they watch her work her way toward climax. (A sex partner who comes pre-seduced! It would do for sex what the TV dinner does for cuisine!) It sort of leads me to wonder whether the strategic deployment of a Hitachi Magic Wand might not be a cheaper and more hygienic means of saving humanity, but obviously no one consulted me on the script.
I guess considered strictly as erotic mad science Deep Contact is rather disappointing. There isn’t really that much in the way of lab settings. The sex is merely competent softcore. Ohora isn’t really a mad scientist; he’s just an ordinary scientist working from a bizarre premise for the banal goal of saving the world from destruction. (A really mad scientist would, by way of contrast, be trying to destroy the world, perhaps with an eye to repopulating it with a race of atomic supermen, or something.) But for all that I can’t say the movie lacks entertainment value, but it features all sorts of utterly lunatic dialog, and I write as an expert lunatic. Now to be sure I don’t speak Japanese and am compelled to rely on the subtitles, and perhaps the movie as lost (or gained?) something in translation. But really. The subtitles in the screencaps above certainly hint at the spirit of the proceedings. And you do get lines like “Nurses in this hospital are not allowed to wear panties” and “Now we fuck to save the world!” which you wouldn’t normally expect to hear from the likes of say, Judi Dench or Anthony Hopkins. (Not that it wouldn’t be entertaining if we did.)
And then there’s things like this:
Yep. It’s not enough that smokin’ hot lady scientist is being offered to you on a plate. We have to bring the authority of the United Nations into the game. Sweet Zombie Jesus! Was there a Security Council resolution?
The shape of the building in the background of this shot seems not to have been an accident, also.
I think I need to go lie down now…