Being a part of a great number of office clichés, the Xerox machine is transformed from an object into an entity. No wonder that it is present in while collars’ sexual fantasies. The imperative of “making love on a Xerox machine” is the obvious child of the patriarchy, where the machine itself is an altar with a memory. An office proletarian in the end of masculinity can still seduce a co-worker here, which is important for the old-world males. This act is always a triumph of a subordinate over another subordinate in the corporate universe. It always ends with the narcissistic glorification of the alpha male. The sliding eye of Xerox is impregnated by the action on its glass surface, reproducing copies of the moments past as trophies. All of this, of course, is accompanied by the choral of blinding light, and the mechanisms’ applause.
We live in the era when the technology wakes up to life in a metamorphosis, and becomes more and more intellectual, and humane. We meet machines with, finally, a presence to them. In this historic moment, a sexual act of two humans on a Xerox machine should be defined a group sex for the voyeuristic machine with laser genitalia is also present there.
In the corporate pornography created by Maggie Lee, the plot loses its patriarchal roots, and the interspecies relation becomes monogamous when one of the organic partners has to leave the space of copulation. The Xerox and its enchanted admirer perform a new kind of sex act that looks like a sacrifice of a body to the omnivorous memory of a machine.