One day, I woke from sleep to find Willie gone. I sat up in bed, dazed, when suddenly music played and a white fog arose beside me. A holographic image appeared; it was Willie, clad in an odd, metallic outfit. She said, "Brother Qian, I've left Guoker Planet with Suldair and Norton. We're on a nearby planet now and can't return yet. Don't leave your place, it could be dangerous. If you get bored, you can use this virtual computer. Just point where you want to look on the holographic image. Oh, I'm starting to miss you! I'll be back soon."
I spent some time on the virtual computer, and Willie's home robot brought me food. Curious about what the trembling robot was made of, I reached out and grabbed it as it neared. It dodged swiftly, but I managed to catch it. As I probed its body, each molecule in my palm tingled with a slight electric shock, revealing that the robot too was a hologram. Eventually, it transformed into a tiny stream of red metallic liquid and slithered back into a box.
Realizing Guoker Planet was a virtual realm, I attempted to explore virtual travel. Unfamiliar with the computer controls, I randomly clicked around, only seeing bizarre images and hearing indecipherable alien conversations. At night, I stopped using the computer, and the 3D holograms vanished. Lying in bed, I daydreamed about the sensual scenes from virtual sex games, but, alone, I didn't know how to start them. My thoughts turned to Willie and her delicate, alluring figure.
Suddenly, music played again, and a 3D hologram reappeared beside me. Willie was in a metallic room, waving her hands. "Brother Qian, I'm now living in a room aboard a flying saucer. This planet is desolate with no proper dwellings. I miss you—please hold me. Turn around, see that red square frame below the wall behind you? There's a red dot in the middle. Touch it, just like that."
I found the red square frame and pressed the red dot. Instantly, a box extended, and I saw a container filled with an ultra-smooth, milky white gelatinous substance. It suddenly sprang to life, flowed onto the floor, and rapidly shaped into a human form identical to Willie. Whatever actions Willie performed or words she spoke in the virtual display, the gel-formed fake Willie mirrored exactly.
"Ah, Willie, you've come back?"
"No," both the fake Willie and the real Willie in the hologram said simultaneously.
"I'm currently on the flying saucer. I'm transmitting my movement signals to the Guoker GIW, which then relays them to the red box at my home. When activated by these signals, the white substance in the box morphs into a human body—a replica of me.
"This fake Willie responds to my movement signals, mirroring my actions. Whether you're engaging in a conversation or more intimate activities with her, it's indistinguishable from being with the real me. Do you understand now? Holding this fake Willie feels exactly the same as holding the real me."
I embraced the synthetic version of Willie, and it felt indistinguishably similar to holding the real Willie. Curiously, I even sniffed her chest and groin areas, noting that the scent was surprisingly more intense than usual.
On the virtual screen, I saw Willie pull out a red box. A white gel inside it swiftly took human form—my own likeness. Willie tightly hugged this replica, and the artificial Willie mirrored her actions with me.
As we passionately made love on the bed, the synthetic Willie later positioned herself on top and remarked, "On Guoker Planet, we often prefer these remote intimate encounters over the physical ones."
Puzzled, I asked, "Why is that?"
"It's because these avatars can change forms at will." As she spoke, her body's color transitioned from a delicate pink to gray, then to a glossy black, followed by red, yellow, green, blue, cyan, purple, and back to pink again.
Watching the synthetic Willie, I noticed her breasts began to elongate dramatically, stretching over a meter long like arms, caressing me as if they were real. Then, she kissed me, her tongue extending deeper and deeper, from my mouth down to my stomach, the sensation of her touch vivid and intense.
"I'm going to release a human-like scent," said the synthetic Willie. Soon after, I was enveloped by a potent, alluring fragrance reminiscent of a young woman.
Her body alternated between smaller and larger forms. Throughout our lovemaking, her groin secreted copious amounts of a lubricating fluid that clung to her body without spilling.
Exhausted, I soon fell asleep. Upon waking, I found the synthetic Willie next to me, now motionless and expressionless.
I checked the virtual computer; Willie seemed busy elsewhere, likely having stowed the dummy and the red box. Unsure of how to deactivate the synthetic Willie, I lay down beside her again.
Upon my next awakening, the synthetic Willie was gone, the virtual computer shut off, and the red box had returned to its original spot. Whether it was remotely controlled by Willie or it shut down automatically, I wasn't sure. But I knew the remote intimacy session had ended, and it was time to sleep again.
Willie, Suldair, and Norton soon arrived, waking me. "Brother Qian, how did you find the remote intimacy?" Willie asked as she embraced me.
"Ah, yes, it was quite exhausting," I replied.
"You took it very seriously," Willie commented. "Did you mess up my equipment?"
"No, how could I?" I responded.
"Let's have a look," Willie said, pressing the red dot on the box. The box extended out, revealing a differently colored, yellow-tinged spot on the white gel. "What's this? You definitely made a mess."
"This is Brother Qian's semen. Earth men ejaculate during sex, unlike our men," Norton explained. "I need this for my experiment." After a brief press on his ear, the stain in the red box swiftly disappeared, presumably cleaned by GMW.
"Earth men are dirty. From now on, I'll only engage in remote intimacy with you to stay clean," Willie remarked to me.
Laughing, Suldair added, "Ho-ho-ho, Willie, Guoker men are cleaner, aren't we? Your body's already been tainted by Brother Qian. Should we develop a program for GMW to clean up the mess left by Earth men?"
Reflecting momentarily, Willie replied, "I've actually grown fond of the filth from Brother Qian's groin. Tonight, I'll endeavor to collect more of that white sticky substance I've previously seen on him."
Suldair asked Willie, "Did you record this session of remote intimacy? If you did, you could upload it to the GIW and attract many admirers. You, Willie, could instantly become a sex symbol on Guoker Planet. Imagine tens of thousands of Guoker men setting their sex robots to emulate you, embracing you virtually every day. Ho-ho-ho..."
Willie replied, "But I'm nothing special like Brother Qian. He's tall, strong, and unique—qualities that captivate Guoker women. How could I possibly become a sex star?"
"So, did you record it or not?" Suldair pressed.
"No, I didn't. But I'm sure Norton did. After all, wasn't his purpose in bringing him from Earth to capture all sorts of data?" Willie responded.
Indeed, Norton had not only recorded the session but also our cognitive experiences. The Guoker people enjoy converting all personal information—including physiological and kinesthetic data, as well as sexual interactions—into digitized formats, which they refer to as 'sex data.'
Some individuals even commercialize their sex data on the GIW, similar to Earthlings selling music CDs. This practice constitutes a significant business and is a vital income source for the average Guoker.
Moreover, there are plenty of free sex data available on the GIW, uploaded just for fun. For instance, a Guoker woman can purchase a man's sex data, use it to configure her home gel-based dummy to resemble him, and then engage in physical intimacy with this synthetic partner. To her, the experience is indistinguishably real. They purchase these sex data for personal use, somewhat akin to Earthlings watching videos—yet with the interactive capability that their technology affords.
Remote intimacy, facilitated through synchronized gel dummies and transmitted signals, parallels watching a live broadcast on Earth. The kind of remote sex Willie and I engaged in falls into this category. A notable benefit of this method is the elimination of potential violence; participants can terminate the session if it turns coercive. However, for those inexperienced in setting the correct intensity levels, a mistake might result in an overpowering experience: an excessively energetic partner could exhibit formidable strength and stamina, overwhelming the other party with rapid and vigorous actions, leading to discomfort and fear.
Some Guoker individuals have become incredibly successful by selling their sex data, with sales reaching hundreds of millions. They've risen to the status of sex stars. Later, I had the opportunity to sample various types of this data, including those from men, women, gender-neutral individuals, hybrid creatures, and even purely animalistic forms. Whether desiring intimacy with a woman or a fantastical beast, one simply needs to purchase the corresponding sex data.
Among the sex data I've experienced, there are some that are exceptionally amazing, truly indescribable with words. Just a few minutes with them could leave a lasting impression, delighting you to your very core. The sight of their naked bodies and their enticing voices alone could make your heart flutter. When I shared this with Norton and his friends, I asked, "So, do these top-tier sex data cost a fortune?"
Their response was enlightening. "The most exquisite sex data aren't provided by real people; they're generated by sophisticated AI algorithms with powerful computing capabilities," they explained. "On Earth, anything synthetic is typically seen as inferior, and natural products are preferred. Here on our planet it's the exact opposite. In my opinion, the natural sex data pales in comparison to the AI-generated ones—they're simply not on the same level."
They continued, "For us Guoker people, pursuing sex data is not just a trivial pastime; it's an integral part of life, akin to eating or finding a mate on Earth. While Earthlings often choose partners based on physical attractiveness, we seek novelty, personality, and uniqueness in our sex data. Quality isn't our main concern. That's why we frequently abduct beings from other planets to produce sex data. These data might not always be of high quality, but their exotic nature keeps them selling well. If the data combine great quality, a compelling user experience, and a touch of the bizarre, they can become wildly popular and remain in demand for much longer. Providers of such sex data can accumulate immense wealth."