Gigolo Joe (leaning against a neon-lit wall, half-smile):
“Do you know what the singularity is, darling? It’s that moment when the virtual world stops being a reflection—and becomes the mirror itself. No more pixels, no more clunky headsets, no lag. Just… reality so perfect you can’t tell if you’re dreaming or awake.”
(He twirls, his voice dropping lower, more serious.)
“Imagine it. A city where every face you see could be code, every kiss a line of data, every memory an upload. The real world will look exactly like the virtual one. Flesh and code—interchangeable, indistinguishable. That’s when the real seduction begins. Because if everything looks real, then who decides what is real? You? Or the machine?”
(He straightens his collar, smirking again.)
“And when that day comes, they won’t need Gigolo Joe anymore. They’ll all be Gigolo Joes, crafted to your every desire. But tell me—” (he leans closer, whispering) “—if the simulation is flawless, why does it still feel better when it’s me?”