The AI Is Not Enough Episode 2 – “From the Perfect Answer to Spasms of Delight: Inside the NextGen Smut Empire”

The AI is Not Enough

The AI Is Not Enough Episode 2 – “From the Perfect Answer to Spasms of Delight: Inside the NextGen Smut Empire”

 

Satire Disclaimer

 

The following is a work of satire intended to parody the modern media landscape, tech culture, and the rise of artificial intelligence as a cure-all for creativity, connection, and basic human decency.

 

Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental, unless you see yourself in it. In which case—thank you for your unintentional contribution.

 

[OPENING SCENE: A dimly lit press conference. A smug, turtleneck-wearing executive stands at a podium labeled PleasureVision, flanked by glassy-eyed sycophants. Cameras flash. Murmurs of awe swirl through the synthetic incense fog.]

 

Max Vulgarr, Chief Disruption Architect, PleasureVision: “We aren’t just revolutionizing media. We’re sensualizing the algorithm.”

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Reporter (off-screen): “But isn’t it true your platform accidentally generated 22 hours of erotic footage starring a deepfaked Tarzan in a jacuzzi with two cantaloupes, a tambourine, and a set of bongos… all labeled ‘emotional percussion therapy’?”

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Max: (smirking): “What you call accidental, we call predictive engagement synthesis.”

 

[Cue applause from the PleasureVision team, all nodding like they’re being graded.]

 

CUT TO: Informer.Digital HQ – Informer Underground Segment

 

Frankie (voiceover): “This week, Informer Underground investigates the rise of AI generated smut—and the executive who believes that every time they open their mouth, they bless the world with synthetic enlightenment.”

 

Polly: “You guys. He actually said,

 

Our climax metrics are disrupting traditional dopamine markets.’

 

With a straight face.”

 

Sandy: “That proves my point, AI is no big deal. I once heard a guy on mushrooms say that to a couch cushion. The couch cushion seemed more convinced. Maybe we should be on mushrooms?”

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The Professor (cutting in from another monitor): “PleasureVision’s programming algorithm is just a chaotic loop of trending search terms, romance novel ad libs, and old Geocities fanfiction. This AI is not art. It’s digital heatstroke.”

 

Nelly: “Okay but, devil’s advocate—what if the AI is working because we’ve become so numb we can’t tell real intimacy from technology titillation?”

 

The Professor (visibly vibrating): “Are you sure that’s the Devil’s Advocate and not the devil’s vibrating joystick?”

 

Nelly: “No, I’m serious. What if this AI is a good thing? What if simulated connection is better than no connection at all? Maybe people feel seen in this mess, even if it’s all code and fruit metaphors.”

 

[Beat. A third voice chimes in cheerfully over video call.]

 

Hope (from ‘Do You Not See It?’): “Exactly! That’s what I’ve been trying to say! You can mock the tambourine all you want, but maybe it’s keeping someone from crying into a frozen dinner tonight.”

 

The Professor (sighs): “Hope, are you livestreaming from your bathtub again?”

 

Hope: “It’s a hope soak, Professor. Don’t be so binary about it.”

 

CUT TO: Castor and Novella – The Algorithm That Seduced Me

 

[They walk through PleasureVision HQ wearing fake badges and even faker smiles. Every screen in the building shows different AI generated scenes, each worse than the last.]

 

Novella: “Is that… Benjamin Franklin pole-dancing while reciting ‘Hamilton’?”

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Castor: “Yes and over there that’s Cleopatra. She seems to be churning butter…very slowly. Uh oh here comes the asp.”

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Novella: “Okay, the AI isn’t just not enough—it’s medically inadvisable.”

 

CUT TO: Nova and Cornelius debate panel, “When I Was Your Age”

 

Nova: “Look, I know it’s creepy, but PleasureVision is innovating, okay? They’re creating space for synthetic intimacy, neurofluid narratives, and algorithmic satisfaction.”

 

Cornelius: “When I was your age, we called that a quiet evening at home with a bag of pretzels to battle loneliness.”

 

Nova: “Yes Boomer.”

 

Cornelius: “You know what we didn’t do? NOD like AI hypnotized pigeons every time a technocrat misuses the word ‘transformative.'”

 

CUT TO: Max being interviewed by a fake talk show called “TechTalk Taboos”

 

Host: “Max, people say your company is just pumping out softcore nonsense dressed in tech buzzwords. How do you respond?”

 

Max: “Our platform isn’t just about eroticism. It’s about using AI to elevate neural fulfillment.”

 

Host: “What does that mean?”

 

Max: “It means we’ve tripled our viewership among lonely billionaires and night-shift content moderators.”

 

Host: “So…nothing, then.”

 

Max: “Exactly. However it still felt like the perfect answer.”

 

[Cut to his team clapping like their equity packages depend on it—because they do.]

 

ENDING MONOLOGUE – FRANKIE

 

“This isn’t just about smut. It’s about truth decay. It’s about an arrogant executive so enamored with their own nonsense that they don’t realize they’re talking to themselves in a hall of mirrors. And the people nodding along? They’re just afraid to blink in front of the algorithm.”

 

Cue title card: THE AI IS NOT ENOUGH.

 

POST-CREDITS SCENE: Sports SmackDown Lounge

 

Gracie: “This cracks me up. If these guys are supposed to be our hot new competition, we don’t have anything to worry about.”

 

Jack: “Absolutely. With your help, we could produce better stuff than that in our sleep.”

 

Aurora: “We are not producing that. Ever.”

 

Rex: “Why not? This could totally be a sport. I mean, come on—you love sports, Gracie.

 

Aurora, you practically invented fight songs.”

 

Jack: “Yeah! We could have official uniforms, positions, custom highlight reels, a scoring system…”

 

Rex: “Fantasy intimacy leagues! Draft your algorithmic crush of the week!”

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Gracie: “You are both deranged.”

 

Aurora: “I swear if you put my name on a jersey with a number and a position, I will feed you to the algorithm myself.”

 

Jack: “Too late. I already designed the merch: ‘Informer Intimacy League: Week 1 Power Rankings.'”

 

Gracie (deadpan): “This is why aliens won’t talk to us.”

 

Cue chaotic laughter, groans, and the low hum of a malfunctioning AI algorithm somewhere in the distance…

 

Fade to black.

 

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