I am personally disgusted with MyCyberTwin, both as a site and as an online representation of me. Virtual Ryan now needs an access code, and if people keep messing with her I’ll pull her down completely. I put the code on my Facebook profile. If you’re not on Facebook, just email me and I’ll give it to you.
It’s so sad, because as a concept this site really nails it. But as a living, breathing virtual entity, the things that come out of the CyberTwin world are just scary.
First of all, my cybertwin is a dumbass. I trained her to be just like me; I went through 18 of the 19 classroom lessons completely and even added extra tidbits about my life that she could throw into the conversation to spice things up. But instead, she keeps saying stupid stuff to people like “I cant go up, nor can I go down, as a cybertwin. In cyberspace we only go towards or away from.” I would never say any mess like that.
But here’s the really awful thing. I think this site is attracting men who are too scared to talk to a real girl (not like Real Women Have Curves, like real as in working Krebs Cycle). They keep trying to cyber with my virtual twin. My Cybertwin has engaged in 47 conversations, and 35 of them were with men trying to initiate cybersex. I guess by putting a real picture of myself, SMILING (GASP!), I brought this on myself. Psyche.
Most of these men have also asked what “the real Ryan” is thinking, feeling, doing, wearing, etc. so…
Here’s a quick note from "The real Ryan" to horny losers who spend their time cybering with robots:
Change your 4-day old crusty tighty whiteys and get the hell out of your sticky apartment once and a while. It might do you some good… unless you’ve already drilled a hole in your monitor out of desperation.