IN THE HOME of Fran Mallory, her son was working in his basement lab of computers and cameras, and equipment pieces, most of which she had no idea what they were for. Her son was not a genius, just very smart and hard working. Fortunately he had a day job as a programmer; since she and her husband had divorced many years ago finances were always tight. She worked as a secretary, but always wanted to be a movie star. Money was nice; but what Fran really craved was being famous. Of course, she also had a strong sex drive too, and what she would settle for, right at the moment, was a good fuck. No luck. The only guy around was her son.
Ryan knew his mom wanted to be famous, and thought that if she had somehow been discovered twenty years earlier, she might have become a Hollywood starlet, or married someone of notoriety and achieved celebrity that way. She still was very youthful looking in her figure and features, but the time when her opportunities for those kinds of laurels had passed. Nor was their small Indiana town the place where persons of fame were found by passing film talent scouts. For himself, well, he had some ideas for an interesting use of some of the modern technology that was cutting edge, but while he was sure it would be innovative, he did not have the resources for the BIG concept he was working on.
He imagined becoming a world-renown scientist or researcher, but what he really wanted to be was a celebrated artist. He daydreamed that his success would make his mother proud. But not just pride in her son, but perhaps a sense of gratitude, combined with a feeling that by clinging to him she might gleam some of the acclaim that he had acquired. If that acclaim clung to her as well, as his loyal parent who had supported him and believed in him, then she might have a moment in the spotlight too. Perhaps then she might be so enamored of his public adoration that she would fall under the same thrall of hero worship. Thus she might succumb to his advances, allow him liberties which a son should not take with his mother.
In his mind's eye not only did he take those liberties, but he was libertine enough to take her as well. She willingly gave herself to his sexual advances and desired to be his secret lover, not just the mistress of the household, but the mistress of the internationally known and honored . . . "RYAN! DINNER'S ON!" His mom's words interrupted his ruminations. He bounded up the stairs, not caring if she saw the long erection tenting his trousers. He wanted to get her thinking about him in an erotic way, even if they remained just two plain folk from the boondocks, they might still have some fun together. He could be creative in bed too!
[Tape paused while water glasses are refilled]
SE: (resuming) Let me provide some context to the subject of the three dimensional holographic sculptures I create, of couples copulating. Remember we have seen museum displays of anatomy in the most intimate details, including a real pregnant woman preserved, with a cut-away to view the fetus in Gunther von Hagen's "World Body". While sex on film is nothing new, the imaging techniques for medical purposes have become more advanced and sophisticated, and these have been applied to sexual intercourse in studies, and are available on the web. They even have been broadcast on cable-television shows for a science series at one point.
SE: (continues) What I have done is take the results of several imaging techniques, MRIs which are very detailed, more than I needed, ultrasound and x-rays of course and several others, combined these in a computer matrix so that there was one unified image of two people. I used real persons and each piece of art is that couple, amalgamated to the holographic representations of their bodies.
JR: So it is like looking at an . . not actually an outline, but a three dimensional representation of their body. And they are having sex.
SE: Yes. Rather, call it making love, and I use that term for good reason.
JR: Why depict sex or making love as you put it?
SE: Well you could have the same process applied to viewing car engines, as some animations have done well in providing that sort of prospective. Or see a bird hop in and out its bird house, like a hidden camera, or people French kissing. But having them make love, not just sex, is fascinating to everyone, though of course the viewing is supposed to be limited to persons of legal age, which I might point out varies internationally.
JR: That is part of the controversy that plagues your work and anywhere it is exhibited.
SE: Listen, kids see dogs doing it in the yard now and then. They live in our modern world and know what sex is from an early age, because they notice there is a difference between boys and girls early on. But they don't get interested in making love until the hormones kick in. Primitive cultures, where there is scanty clothing and a different set of moral sensibilities have the same conditions as far as the difference between 'sex' and 'love making'. My art is dealing with love making, because sex is more mechanical and love making is an art. That is why there are so many elements added to the holographic 3-D depictions I produce.
FRAN MALLORY HOPED that the grant which her son had gotten for his multi-imaging project would lead him to bigger and grander things than the Podunk town they lived in, the drab dwelling they inhabited. She wanted better for him than what she could provide. A small bit of luck and lots of sweat and clever thinking had gotten Ryan the money to pursue his dreams. The applications were many and the potential for doing valuable research, which could make breakthroughs and discoveries, important contributions to both science and manufacturing, were exciting. But the thing which seemed to turn her son on the most was what he might do creatively with the images in his computer and with the lasers.
Ryan knew that the way to get the chance for what he really wanted to do, was to make the techniques which he utilized pay off, learn lucrative applications from the very expensive equipment that was loaned to him, find with the time spent on the fabulous machines at various facilities fruitful knowledge - simply put, learn with all those costly things useful ways to make money. Show commercial applications, do new work that got the medical establishment interested and supportive. The most excited and supportive person of all was his mom. Not just because she would shine by reflecting his glory, thus herself in a way becoming a luminary; but because she really did love him and wanted him to succeed at his dreams, as she had never been given any opportunity to do for herself. But he wanted all that so that not only could he lift them above this common mundane life, but give his mom the inner glow again she had had in her youth.
Not that she didn't have a warmth and charm and vivaciousness that were so alluring, to even her son; she most certainly did. But if he was able to spark that bright arc once more, perhaps then the electricity which was generated might gap the generations and zap across to connect them in a circuit of sexual desire, a current of erotic passion that would unite them in a powerful coupling. He knew that his mom was what you would call a 'live wire' when it came to the bedroom, having heard her with the occasional casual acquaintance with "benefits". He hated those rare one night stands she accepted to just get fucked now and then. He would be happy to take the responsibility on himself, if she let him. But he knew that there would be resistance, just like with an electronic component.
What he needed was a capacitor to build the voltage and - well he didn't know that much about physics, maybe that was the wrong way to put it. In any case, he wanted to 'socket' to his mom, put his plug in her outlet, hook up and become a dynamo by doing it together. He knew he could take the images from the different forms of waves; electromagnetic - sound - particle - whatever had been invented to peer into the workings of people and things; blend the gathered information into graphic displays that would provide new information that was not previously known. Like taking two polarized pieces of glass and turning them so that the view was suddenly clear not opaque. By cross referencing the multiple layers of the images within a matrix which the computer created, that was how he would make his mark.
What he didn't know was how to set up the mattress matrix that would match his mater and himself so that they might mix it up and made love. Perhaps his success at his project would hold the means to that goal. After all, who could have guessed he would have gotten this far? Nor could anyone project what his secret ideas were, nor the advances he was making in his specialized field that he was doing in private. Not to be figuring out new science, or medical cures, or improvements for factories; but fantastical art of the most fascinating subject matter, fortification. But not just sex, there was plenty of that, too much of just sex. No he had other and much more majestic concepts to incorporate in his ultimate and intimate manifestations of mating.
[Tape resumes after make-up repairs are done for Jack]
JR: (looking down and consulting notes) Tell us what those elements are, that make your creations more than just the holographic 3-D equivalent of the fucking loops we see as ads on every porno site on the Internet?
