Sex for Science! Chapter 1
Sex for Science! Interlude
Sex for Science! Chapter 2
Sex for Science! Chapter 3
Sex for Science! Chapter 4
Apparently, I have a thing for striped socks.
I've never realized this before. I don't know if it's a new thing, this thing for striped socks, or if it's just been lurking there in some far corner of my brain, latent, awaiting the day when the whims of fashion would free it from its dark, lonely cerebral cage.
Once lapis_lazuli had departed back for San Francisco, with its cold and its fog and its hypothetical approach to traffic control, we started getting serious about doing some brain scans for Science. My fellow mad scientist who'd contacted me on Twitter and I began proposing dates and experimental protocols, and I started casting out feelers (as one is wont to do) for some
One of the places I inserted a feeler happened to be one of the local poly groups, because hey, we all know that polyamorous people are easy to talk into being experimental subjects, right? It kinda goes with the territory. Once you've cast monogamy to the wind, it's a long and slippery downhill slide, and the next thing you know, you're in some seedy motel in Seattle being hooked up to experimental equipment and--
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
We picked a date, and I made an announcement at one of the poly groups I attend about searching for volunteers for a bit of kinky mad science. A new couple, recent imports from Australia, had decided to attend that particular meeting, and they both signed up with enthusiasm.
I like folks who're not only not put off by that sort of thing, but are willing to say "Sure! I'd love to head off to a different city with a bunch of folks I've only just met and engage in sex acts while being monitored by brain-scanning equipment!"
When the appointed day arrived, zaiah and I set out to pick up our Aussie volunteer lab rats and head off toward Seattle.
We had previously reserved a suite in a motel in downtown Seattle, carefully chosen for its location just blocks from where the EEG machine we were intending to use was stored. The EEG in question had recently been purchased by one of zaiah's sweeties and transported to a space in Seattle's industrial district, and as it was large and cumbersome and heavy and quite delicate, we didn't want to move it very far.
As it turned out, that wasn't an issue, though again I'm getting ahead of myself.
What we didn't realize, when we reserved the suite, was that it was in The Worst Motel In Seattle. And I say that with confidence, even having not personally visited every motel in Seattle, simply because it would be impossible for any motel to be worse without actually being under active NATO artillery bombardment.
The Web site, with its carefully retouched photos, promised us a stove and refrigerator in our suite. What it didn't mention is that the stove would have had its burners and most of its guts stolen by previous tenants, nor that the refrigerator would not actually work. When we arrived, there was no power to the room; the office switched on the power about five minutes after we checked in.
The Web site also didn't tell us about the mural.
Dear sweet Jesus on a pogo stick, the mural. It would have been considered tacky by 1977 standards, and that's no lie.
The suite also featured such amenities, testifying to a careful attention to detail overlooked by more pedestrian sleazy motels, as a fist-sized hole in the door separating the front room from the bedroom, and a bullet hole in one of the windows:
The only thing the motel staff didn't think to provide us with that might have completed the experience was a sniper on the rooftop across the alley.
Setting up for the experiment itself turned out to be a bit problematic. I brought volunteers and lab jackets, but unfortunately, the EEG itself had, upon inspection, turned out to have been damaged when it was transported to the place where it was being stored. My erstwhile mad scientist partner had spent the entire night attempting to repair it, only to discover that the programming manual for it had somehow gone AWOL as well.
All was not lost, however. It just so happened that with an Arduino and a toy MindFlex game, it's possible to rig up a crude but still effective (at least for my purposes) EEG. The MindFlex toy uses a Neurosky chip, which seemed fitting, as the experiment had gone full circle and come home to roost, or something like that. The Arduino/MindFlex combination is pretty close to what I intended to use for a brainwave-controlled sex toy, so while it was less than perfectly ideal to my fellow mad scientist, it was ideal for my own nefarious purposes.
At least the nefarious purposes involving sex toys and EEGs. I have other nefarious purposes, at least one of which involves commandeering an alien armada of space battleships...but I digress.
Technical difficulty resolved, I finally met my partner in mad science in the flesh for the first time:
I paused long enough to admire her fabulous striped socks (about which more later) and she paused long enough to admire our fabulous motel suite, and we were ready to start with the Science.
I'm still not quite sure which was more fun, being the experimenter or being one of the