The Algorithm

DALL E

Whatever happens, you just have to be cool with it. I mean, it’s not like your life is over if it doesn’t go your way. What does Mum say? “You can learn to love anyone.”

Since the end of the war, people didn’t get to choose their partners anymore. There was an algorithm for that now.

It would collate all your social media activity from before, during, and after the war, then run the system over everyone to determine the best match.

It was a genetic necessity, for the survival of the species. Not the most romantic proposition, but something we had all come to accept.

Most people made decent matches. Of course, there had been a few shockers over the years.

I was turning 25 this year, and so, on the 15th of March, there would be a ceremony where the match allocations would be announced.

I actually wasn’t the least bit nervous. Nobody wants to get the really pathetic guys, but at the same time, you don’t want the typical “athlete” either. If you end up matched with a really fit and healthy partner, it probably means the algorithm has found some defect or future illness in you and is trying to compensate for this in the match.

Give me a plain Joe! I’ll be happy, I swear.