Ben,

Of course, you’re completely correct. But you’ve forgotten—-if there are robots there are X-Men.

–Luki

Dear Ben,

Thanks for sharing. I generally perfume myself through shampoo–the options provided to a woman in that market are the most manifold and supremely fruity.

Right now I’m just transmitting the overflowing juiciness of late summer with my Mandarin Balm, a moderate whiff for anyone to groove on, but I’ve been known to be more insistent. It’s important to project, ya know? People are starving for that, and artificial fragrance is one of humanity’s most well-developed means of expression. Its potential for nuance and the ease of its dispersion rival any modern form.

Everything is a matter of communication–which is a giant matter. Gesticulation and poetry are crude and culturally enmeshed. Instead, my guess today for the human soul smell: orchids and coconut milk. My guess floats across the room. It puts the talkers to sleep and triumphs over the senses of the male beast.

Now maybe you could ask: “Well. Isn’t your natural born stench a good and clear guess of the soul smell?”

Of course it is, you fucking hippie, but then what’s the point of anything? You go ahead and worship your armpit as the godhead in your own damned house. We’re out here in public to have some fun.

Best of Wishes,
Luki