This image was researched by Bacchus at ErosBlogBacchus at Erosblog as part of the “Γ commission.” The results were originally published at Hedonix as Γ 001 – Beautiful Code. Here is Bacchus’s research:
This image is titled Code and may be found on DeviantArt as part of the substantial Cyberatonica series by Russian artist Vitaly-Sokol, aka Willyam Bradberry. There is a companion image that is a closeup:
The artist also has a Russian-language site and blog where more of his work may be found.
It is with great pleasure that I can announce the addition of the tumblr Drake’s Way to the Erotic Mad Science blogroll. Drake Caperton is running a truly eclectic and oft-updated collection of stunning vintage nudes, erotic art, pulp covers, cartoons, and wondrous-weird cultural ephemera. At least one of the cartoons fits into themes explored before here, and I offer it as a taste of what Drake’s Way has to offer.
Found here, specifically. Dr. Faustus sez, check the whole thing out.
It is with great pleasure that I can report that Circlet Press has now made available a new e-book version of M. Christian‘s short story collection, The Bachelor Machine. For thaumatophiles, it is a do-not-miss.
The new edition consists of nineteen stories and two appendicies from the 2003 on-dead-tree edition plus a new foreword.
Many — though not all — of the stories are set in a gritty cyberpunk world, one which at times makes even the imagination of William Gibson look somewhat tender by comparison. Radical forms of body modification, virtual realities, biohacking, and so on are explored in all sorts of permutations of gender and practice, or beyond gnder and practice. Some are just exquisite. The backer’s tale “Heartbraker” plays like X-rated version of Ghost in the Shell. I hope M. Christian will forgive me for offering a taste:
Their cunt was on fire—molten, their lips and their clit steamed in a thumping beat as both their bodies moved over each other. Nipples stroked across soft breasts, bellies glided on a sheen of fine synthetic sweat.Their cunt was rapidly melting in a pool of vibrating wine, a tub of jiggling butter. They weren’t just hot or steaming—they were burning in their roaring lust, combining in a echoing, reverberating bonfire. Linked, each hardwired into the other’s genitals, mixed and matched, they surged and merged.
(And if, after reading that, you don’t want to run out and buy this book right now, I should wonder what you’re doing on this blog.)
It’s not all cyberpunk. “The New Motor” has a superficially steampunk feel, but what it actually seems to do is take a cyberpunk erotic sensibility and project it backwards into a real nineteenth-century America that was full of eccentric and goofy spiritual movements, with rather delightful results. And there is dark political satire here as well, in a story like “Guernica,” in which closeted BDSM enthusiasts derive pleasure in parodying the grim, oppressive police state in which they live.
These are often edgy stories: I am full of admiration for M. Christian’s willingness to “go there,” wherever “there” is. Consider “Everything But the Smell of Lilies,” a story of a sex worker who has been modified so that she can be killed by clients who get off on that sort of thing has to be one of the squickiest things I’ve ever read…and read, and read, and read again. So fair warning, these are not stories for the squeamish or the easily offended. And they’re challenging in other ways as well, full of twists and non-conventional narrative structures and devices. This is erotica for advanced readers.
And yet for all the edginess, for the cyberpunk grit and the sense of a brutal world, there are touching moments, bits of tenderness in the oddest of places. The final story, “The Bachelor Machine,” about an encounter with a deteriorating, way-past-her-prime sexbot contains a twist that left me with a catch in my throat. As usual, I won’t give it away. But I shall urge you to read it yourself. You can order a copy from Circlet here.
In the end, though, the subject of women and robots really ought to be taken in with a sense of humor.
An extension cord might be a good idea, and also circuit breakers. Found at The Grumpy Owl.
Another bit of 3D art, suggesting that even in the most banal of domestic settings, our robot pets will get horny. And who can blame them, really.
And here we get a little edgier still, with a 3D illustration.
It’s a promotional illustration for a site called FuckedByRobots.com, which appears to consist of 3D art stemming from the story premise that the robots invade, take over, and go on the prowl looking for pretty women to have sex with. This particular illustration goes with the tag “Robots improve their fucking skills in the robo porn lab.”
I guess this is what we deserve for letting computers go on Jeopardy.
Our series gets a little edgier today with a turn to that excellent source of latter-day pulp, the Elvifrance cover.
I wonder what our heroine is looking at.
The prinicipals in this illustration look like they’re having fun, although I could see it having a bit of a squick-or-squee character.
I’m pretty sure I originally found this at Janitor of Lunacy, but unfortunately don’t recall the original posting time. As for the deeper image provenance, they style makes me think that this illustration almost must be Hajime Sorayama, although a quick flip through my copy of Sorayama Masterworks didn’t turn it up.
And now, having made a quick flip through Sorayama Masterworks (something I need very little encouragement to do, really) I must retire to chambers. See you all tomorrow.
We continue the series with an iconic image which although it’s already all over the internet deserves a mention here, because it’s a gorgeous image. It’s another afterglow moment (at least as I read the picture), called “Personal Robot.”
It’s the work of Los Angeles-based artist Franz Steiner, and you can see many more like it in his gallery.