Pricing the Predictable Fuck

Most of us are ashamed of what we actually want. Not of wanting ... of being SEEN wanting. So we learned to take our pleasure like contraband: the unseen capsule, swallowed when nobody's looking. Swiping made it easy. Strangers wrestling without a word made it normal. The clubs filled up with seekers who arranged everything by app so nobody had to say anything out loud. And the climaxes kept coming and satisfying less, so the search went manic. Now AI smells the money. Sensation on demand, perfectly predictable, judgment-free, with hardware that can touch you, run by somebody on the other side of the planet who can't speak your language. Maximum sensation, zero witness. They're going to price that mercy as a premium. So before you subscribe, one question: was it ever the explosion you were chasing ... or the being seen wanting it?