Joseph 'Joe' Nathan. Lysis media-type equivilant filter (2D)  
    Having executed his duties on the Scout Walker Kama Sutra project with much coyness, shyness and lewdness, Joseph 'Joe' Nathan was cornered by the other species-interests consultants the day before the project wrapped. After some extreme intoxication they forced him to model various semi-bondage shots for these webpages and the Earth Edition 'sutra backcover in order to wipe the smile of his face once and for all.

    The most undignified photos, not published here, show Joe wincing, screaming and blubbing like a wee puppy-dog as he attempts to remove the duct-tape from his arms and nipple without tearing off every little hair from his bod. Director Rob Renner (who had disappeared early in the evening out the back with three of the admin staff) was somewhat disturbed on retiring to his quarters to find Joe chained naked to the wall of his sleeping cubicle. However this was nothing compared to how disturbed everyone else was when Joe arrived for work (as we were still in the editing process) the next day with his bondage gear and handcuffs back on as if nothing was amiss. It seemed that we had initiated a 'lifestyle choice' in Joe, but he was just ripping the piss, and came in the next day in his usual filthy rags.

 
 
Nathan, Joe: Set teaboy and Consultant [Earth Interests]


  
    Joe's involvement on the project, besides making tea, was to consult on the Earth Edition Kama Sutra. This meant ensuring that photos, text and layout were accessible, appealing and relevant to human tastes, preconceptions and expectations. Although many of the shots and much of the [translated] text is as it appears in other editions, many shots and even whole sections had to be removed, replaced or especially formulated due to humans general naivety of cyberxenobiology and roboporn.

    Impressive as this sounds, Joe really only had to refer back to his stack of porn and suggest re-shoots for anything that either turned his stomach or didn't register as pornographic.

 
    Joe's main involvement on the project was making the tea. Joe makes filthy tea - stewed to oblivion but, bizarrely, still shockingly hot. Joe had two months pay held back to raise enough cash to have Rob Renners internals descaled and 13 Lytic drones offlined and treated for tanin overdoses. Asking for Earl Grey resulted in recieving the phone book, and asking for a Danish resulted in receiving some rather dog-eared european magazines with pink-and-yellow covers. Coffee was always of the tasteless Nescafé variety - the budget allocated for an espresso machine was never seen again. Joe's training week in the art of making decent cappuccino mysteriously ended up being held in Barbados.

    Luckily a starbucks opened up half way through the project and lives were saved. As it opened up a mile and a half away, Joe Nathan was promoted to courier (in name only, not in wages). Unfortunately this happy state of affairs lasted only a few weeks as Joseph had lied about holding a motorcycle license, and spent a good three months in a wheelchair recovering from various broken bones and fractures, some of which were caused by Kristophen putting the boot in a few times on finding the little bastard after 2 hours searching in the filthy rain when it was finally realised he'd been gone for too long.

 Joe all trussed up