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  • Sure, but it’s subjective. Like I’m Kantian in my interactions with LLMs for that exact reason. But I don’t expect anyone else to be.

    I think the Kantian view can be viewed as “Good advice, but it’s still a personal decision” and we shouldn’t get judgy at people for the choices they make that don’t affect us when we don’t have the full context of their life situation. Especially when it comes to sexuality and kinks. What you do with your p-zombie in the privacy of your own bedroom is actually none of my business at the end of the day.




  • “I want to pollinate you and cover you in pine cones,” he whispered and she felt her sap run hot with desire. She shivered from more than the cool spring wind on her bark. His needles moved against hers in the breeze, tickling and prickling her deliciously and she could tell his wood was knotted and hard as his sticky sap dripped from it. She craved to feel him against her, branches and bark and overwhelming passion. And then she felt it, the microspores of his grainy discharge, carrying his potent gametophytes, exploded into her, settling among her needles. Her bark tingled with exquisite, syngamic release as her branches quivered in the cool spring wind and deep inside her ovules she felt his gametes fuse with hers. “Yes,” she whispered in the wind. “Take me! Fertilize me! Give me your nuts!”

    “You know I’m your half brother,” he whispered as she shuddered in climax. “I don’t care,” she whispered back. “That makes it hotter.”