The Enigma Threat

Xiamara was so animated with the new program that she didn’t notice Judith trying to get her attention. At the third petition, Xiamara finally turned from the monitor and excitedly announced, “This new program is fantastic! I know you wanted content for our PaaS offering, but the usual outlets for even tame material is staggeringly high.

“I asked myself, self, what do programmers do best? And right away Self answers, we write it once but run it over and over anywhere. I admit that the program is a pig with the way it sucks down computer processing power like energy drinks. But look!”

Judith peered into the monitor to see their country’s top female daytime soap opera star posed nude with a faceless male also nude.

Puzzled, Judith asked, “How did you get pics of her and where is his face?”

Xiamara giggled and boldly offered, “I didn’t get any pics of her except her publicity head shot. Watch as the application extrapolates all the different angles and even projects some facial emotions. Once we have the prime subject built and the male prop that needs to be in there, I overlay a moderate script. You know, the usual tame stuff, and voilà, computerized porn!

“Then I hit on the idea of leaving the male’s face blank so our customer, for an added fee of course, can upload his head shot to be immediately incorporated into the video. I haven’t figured out yet how to upload overlay sounds yet. I will get the program to synthesize that as needed for the finished video on demand.

“This program will work the other way too! Females with a crush on a male star or athlete can order up their favorite hunk, the program slaps his face in along with hers and voice snippets, and the program builds a great erotic scene that we stream in real time!

“We’ll be able to make back our 10,000-peso investment in no time. I used your credit card to make the purchase.

“I think the real spice will come later when we build an inventory of stories. Using the sanitized name for porn, erotica, we can sell it through the online retailers. Then we will morph them, based on the real-time ‘bot adaptation of customer preferences. I see a booming business in computer-generated erotica, tailored to each customer request in real time, then delivered as streaming media.

“I sure hope the host supercomputer can keep up with it. How much disk space did you say we got? I’m pretty sure for some of our repeat customers they will want to archive some of their more treasured moments. That’s an additional fee, as well.”

Judith stared skeptically first at the screen, then at Xiamara. “You do realize that the CESPOOL hit teams are looking for just this kind of setup, right? And by the way, hasn’t that program been outlawed? Which would make us outlaws for using it to serve up real-time computer-generated sex fantasies.”

“What’s the harm in computer-generated porn, Judith? The grub-bugs get their voyeuristic content delivered after a few ‘bot exchanges, and no live human being has to submit physically to generate what is being asked for. No one gets hurt, or is a real-life sex slave, as outlined in the letter of the law. I looked.

“We are only serving up electrons, that’s all. Besides, this material is for personal use only. We aren’t manufacturing computer-generated videos for ridiculous political positions or extortion, which would definitely put us in the crosshairs of the CESPOOL hit squad.”

Judith, warming to the new business potential, asked, “Can you show me how it works? I’ve always had a crush on that musical genius Lonny Lupnerder and, well…show me what a paying customer would get.”