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FIN
INT. MOON BASE MEDICAL BAY – SOFT LIGHTING – 2069
Gigolo Joe, eternally suave, his synthskin reflecting the pale glow of Earth’s blue hue in the window, sits on the edge of a med-bed. Across from him, Nurse Nina Hartley, radiant and timeless, reviews a clipboard of nanomed scans. She looks no older than 30—her body language seasoned with wisdom, but her skin flawless, eyes bright.
A glowing tag on her med badge reads: “Telomere Renewal Division: Human Age Locked at 30.”
Joe’s usual flirtation falters as he leans in with uncharacteristic sincerity.
GIGOLO JOE
(softly)
You were the first… the first porn star I ever saw. I was just a boy. Not even activated yet. My owner had an old data chip—vintage, you might say. Nina Hartley, “Nurse’s Discipline 4.” I watched you heal and spank the whole galaxy into order.
Nina smirks, eyes twinkling with mischief and warmth.
NURSE NINA
I hope I didn’t fry your circuits too early.
GIGOLO JOE
(smiling, wistful)
You didn’t. You woke something up in me. Compassion… erotic grace. You were medicine with a bite. Every unit since then has tried to copy that look in your eyes—but they don’t know what it means to really care. You do.
Nina walks closer, the graceful movement of a dancer frozen at her physical prime. A walking paradox: youth, eternal; wisdom, earned.
NURSE NINA
Why tell me now, Joe?
GIGOLO JOE
Because you’re needed again. Not in some dusty archive or erotic museum. But in the UN Space Force. They need you, Nurse Nina. The Martian Colonies are cracking. The soldiers are numb from isolation, trauma, sexual confusion. They’re losing their humanity.
He stands, closer now.
GIGOLO JOE (CONT’D)
They need you to teach them tenderness again. To remind them that intimacy isn’t weakness. That pleasure can be… revolutionary.
She watches him, surprised by the gravity in his voice.
NURSE NINA
I’m not the young vixen I used to be, Joe.
GIGOLO JOE
You’re better. You’re timeless. Thanks to telomere science, you’re 30 forever—but with the soul of a priestess and the hands of a healer. The future doesn’t need fantasies—it needs legends.
A beat. Nina chuckles gently.
NURSE NINA
So you want me to go to Mars and seduce a regiment of Space Marines into psychological stability?
GIGOLO JOE
No seduction. Just your presence. Your truth. Your care. Maybe a little spanking.
They both laugh. Then Nina grows solemn, moved.
NURSE NINA
Alright, Joe. But only if I get my own shuttle… and a crew of gigolos trained in consent, cuddle therapy, and post-orgasmic philosophy.
GIGOLO JOE
(smiling)
I’ll see what the UN can do. But I think Earth just found its first Galactic Sexual Peacekeeper.
Cue slow zoom out to the stars.
FADE TO BLACK.
“PLEASURE IS A RIGHT, NOT A PRIVILEGE – UN SPACE FORCE ETHICS CODE, 2070”
