You wouldn't believe how Help Islands in Second Life™ look these days. Once again, newspapers made a "breaking" story about a guy who cheated on his RL wife and SL partner with another avatar while the wife was chasing orcs in WoW.
Moral of the story was, as it seems, go to second life and get some sex. So the hundreds of same looking avatars fall from non-existence down on the Grid and make me think what is in their heads?
It's all kind of the people. Usual first sentence is "I'm new in the game, what do I do here?" So many of them have problems finding their arrow keys. Yes, that makes it fairly impossible to walk around. But that doesn't stop them from asking for age/sex/location. Go to the bloody FaceBook to ask about a/s/l!
Sure there are people who are smart enough to ask a question or two about walking and editing appearance then to switch to IM's and politely ask
How do you people make love here?
So I tell them about bees and birds… errrrr…. red and blue poseballs, chats and emoting. That's fine. I am not a hypocrite. But the vast majority have a problem with reality even before they even tasted virtual world.They alreay made themselves a picture of great lovers that we were all waiting for. They are full of confidence and ready to do us like nobody did us ever before. Confidence is nice, but confidence is not enough. Especially when you have no clue what you should do, right? What if one of those girls they're hitting on say yes? What if I say yes? What will they do?
Thing is, they have no idea about virtual sex. As virtual reflects "real" so well (especially with noobs) they have no idea about real sex as well. They don't know how to do it, they don't know what it gives nor what it can't give. They have no single reason why would they do it. But sex drive doesn't ask why. It's deeply engraved in us, if there is some possibility of anything related to sex around, we run for it. At least some of us.
So there is a girl standing with her arms spread, managed to take some of her clothes off and trying to get rid of the pink skirt and dress something better looking. And there are at least three male avatars around her, saying stupidest hit-on lines in the history of both worlds. It doesn't matter that she looks just the same as ten other girls on the island, that her skin is plain color splashed over the body mesh and that she is unresponsive while trying to detach that stupid skirt. It is the piece of black panties that shows and that makes all their blood pumping where their genital attachment should be.
So the chain of causes and effects goes from stupid story in the press to the peak in registrations. But what is next? Most of those noobs leave the Help Island and go to the Mainland. (Trust me, sometimes it takes a bit of effort to lead them to th big screaming-green sign that rotates and says EXIT and to make them click on the sign that says CLICK HERE.) What happens with them next? Do they find those ugliest and stupidest of the smutty places of second life? Do they realize that they should hump the blue ball? Do they find their fun? How many of them learn to do cybersex at least decently? Do they contribute to the economy? Does this flood of people who are looking for meatspace hook-up change the way our world functions?
Is it OK to make some kind of tracking device that we can attach to them and follow their behaviour in the next days, like biologists do? Now that would be interesting thing to do.
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