Love, it's always so tender and so wispy. Tingles travel across your skin, so prickly and yet so addicting at the same time. Butterflies, as if little pests, swarm your stomach at the very thought of them. Sure, the feeling fades after a while, but the care and companionship one feels for another will stay. Human feelings like these, can they really be traced and replicated by numbers, by a series of 1s and 0s?
Good morning diary, This is our first entry.
So my mother has bought me this digital diary a year ago and... I don't even know where she got this outlandish idea, it's like the woman barely knows me, and she claimed to love our father.
On my and my twin's birthday, our (oh so great and oh so beautiful) mother gave both of us, me and my twin brother, this crappy tablet that would "record" our emotions based on what we "write", and the mini AI assistant will give us feedbacks and suggestions on what we should do to "cheer us up". Whether it actually works, is still up for observation as I barely even used this weird contraption.
It's like a digital therapist if you will, whatever cosmological being out there knows that real-life therapists need more money than this stupid doohickey. My brother also barely touched his, found it in the cupboard once. Good thing I did and not mother, she would have thrown a fit.
Long story long we both hate it. Barely used it, done and dusted.
I mean, sure she's swamped with work 16/7, 8 hours of sleep for optimal bodily operations. so she never had time to pay attention to our interests but the more I think about it, the least she could've done for us was to stay for dinner. Yeah, that's right. A better gift would've been for her to actually sit down with us, as a family, for one night.
She thinks that just because we live in the 1st District of Humaling (The cluster we're currently in), that we're just like all the other spoilt little kids running around. I mean, sure, I cannot deny that we were spoilt (growing up rich and absent parents does that), but these days, I just want time from the both of them, and I'm sure my brother wants it too (he's been causing so much mayhem and I'm 100% sure that it's out of him just wanting attention).
Speaking of that big brute, I guess at the very least he still goes to college. My twin brother and I are enrolled in Humaling University For The Talented (HUT or HUFTT if you want to be so technical about it). It's pretty well known, other clusters in the world know all about it. It's like a "National University" as the past generations have called it, very very basic and straight to the point, some things never change about society.
I'm bisexual, but let's keep that between me and tech unless you want me to be put through the incinerator, just like what happened to my father today, burned till you're a thread away from death. Then you're dispatched to the 3rd district, "The Pits" / "The Underground" as some would call it.
Today, the main reason I'm using this damned thing in the first place is that I found out a dirty little secret that our family has been holding onto, for who knows how long.
Mom and dad are not "matched", meaning they went and got hitched without going through the "FARM System" and finding out who's their soul match.
Why they did it, How they did it, and How it went unnoticed by the authorities FOR YEARS, is beyond me. All I know is they got found out.
And so today, my mom and dad were both taken to the "Genetically Automated Matching Environment Facility" or "The GAME building" (or GAMEF if you - whatever) just outside of the IRIS ring, the inner circle of all cluster, deeper beyond the 1st district, with a massive and daunting tower in the middle.
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