I found my ideal congruence with the help of Amnesty International. This is what you should know.

Subject: You have a match!

I wanted to share some exciting news with you – we found a match I think you will find interesting. He is a disciplined businessman and driven by a wonderful humor. He has many interesting ideas and is an excellent conversation. Our artificial intelligence models indicate that this is a great match for you. The next steps are simple …

I raised my eyebrows a little in a surprise. They found someone.

Like most young women, I passed my fair share of dating – a lot of fun, but a lot of frustration. Three months ago, I decided to start working with the success service that she claimed benefit from artificial intelligence models to find your perfect match.

It is claimed that the artificial intelligence model will be able to digest a questionnaire that answers and interprets all my desires in a deeper and more flag -based way of any simple dating site. Lisa, the fancy maker, will participate in the model to provide a human touch, using its expert ruling to verify the correct results. With “all your boxes” guarantee, the service looked guaranteed.

The process was strict and deeper than any dating application you have ever used. I apparently worked through endless questions, most of which are invasive about my life – what I appreciated, my relationship with my family, whether you are ready to leave New York. I presented everything from my philosophy on the hereafter to the results of the personality test, and I stopped giving them my blood type and the name of the mother.

I thought I answered everything until I got to a line, stop me in my paths: “Please download your ex -wife’s photos.” I conducted my mind, and I set through all the frogs that I accepted. Is this the person I met on the night of a tornado in London, then I did not talk again to the “former”? The memory of his deep eyes convinced me that yes, he did so completely.

There was something to be enlightened about the introduction of all my imaginations into the “Build-A-Man” factory. I had no wandering on the fifth blind avenue, in the hope that it would collide with everyone there was. Here, I can “strange science” a man: I gave him Andrew Garfield’s eyes, the weapons of Chris Evans and the sparkling Shass Craofford smile. As long as there is a man of my dreams, artificial intelligence will link the points and bring it to me.

Somewhere between the inclusion of offers deals and the sending of pictures of celebrities crushing of artificial intelligence analyzes, I thought about myself, Maybe this is the future.

And if it is not the future, well, maybe it was mine.

“Well guys, just close your eyes and tell everyone where you see yourself five years ago,” my friend Lixi fell to the rest of the “Council” – the four friends of us who have joined the hip since the college. Lakes closed her eyes and saw California, and nice coasts affected by the water in which she grew up. So, she mobilized her entire life, a full nodes, killing in the heart of New York City, and went home.

I will never forget to close my eyes against the salt air in the sidewalk. Maybe I was looking for a place, as it was. But it was not what came to me. I sat in the dark behind my eyelids and I was steeped in the unit that comes from living in a place like New York. It is a place based on respondents and going, on the guaranteed peace in knowing that there is nothing permanent and sadness on itself.

When I closed my eyes, I didn’t see a place. I saw a house. Feeling of belonging, not with a specific horizon to consolidate me, but a person. This feeling of the homeland talks about returning to the homeland when they find the person they want to build a scientist with.

I opened my eyes against the sun.

Dylan was messy hair. It was not the type that he said just came out of the bed; This was the type he said he spent time in front of the mirror to make him look this way. A little scar on his eyebrow made him look more strict than he really was. His eyes glowed with the dark structure and his smart eyes with enthusiasm, enthusiasm and passion.

My previous match was not achieved, either because of the distance or lack of attention, but this match has stumbled on something in my chest at the moment I looked at his profile. Our identical values ​​everywhere matters, our interests overlap when you need and justify only enough to give us space to teach each other new things. It seemed, as the digital model promised, built for me.

While going up to the attractive small wine tape he chose, in the heart of West Felidg, I was madly tense – something about the science and the successful maker tells you that they found the “person” who put pressure more than the hinges ever. In a person, he did not disappoint.

I thought pre -knowledge would make things easier. We can sweep aside like a little pronunciation, “So, what do you do for a living?” Dive into the hopes, dreams and fears of each other. But my hand was slow with immediate anxiety and excitement of the intimate relationship that I never knew between two people who did not make a lot of conversation.

I can look at his eyes and know what no one knew in this tape. I knew he studied the movie and loved the open air. I knew the name of his childhood pet, and its low preference for pizza (or gluten in general). I knew what kind of paternity and motherhood style that he planned to use one day and the number of children.

That people glow, when they were together for years? The type that made them transport the secrets through a crowded room? We had. We knew everything. I spent half of the history in an attempt to determine whether I was supposed to go to everything or claim that I did not know anything about it. But he knew I knew. It was not clear what the book of rules was supposed to play.

Regardless, I remembered: somewhere, some digital force in all science had sealed history, guiding the hands of man. We were supposed to be here, we met each other. Green flags were all the way down.

It turns out, of course, that there is more to learn. A person is more than just a set of ideas on a profile. Dylan grew up in New York, the three largest children. He spoke well in a way that referred to his distinctive background, with the wild spirit (and resources) that means that he – and action – tried every single hobby that sparked his attention. However, it was impossible on the ground.

There was not enough wine cups on the history of being ugly, looked at me with a curved eyebrow and admitted: “I have already registered high on Sats. I know that more than a decade has passed, but sometimes I am still trying to work in the first history talks.”

I laughed at me. The man who came out on the first date with the exact size of SAT had something, if I hadn’t liked it already, it may have been postponed. But I liked it, so the flexible Dorky was loved. There was a lot about him, and since the first tensions in history, we started little by little, we started relaxing in each other.

The first date was converted to the second date. That turned into three, well, you know the story.

“You are blind colors? How did you discover?”

Well, the fluorine pink pants that brought them home from the mall in the middle school were.

“If you have to be stuck in a time episode and you had to choose one person to tell him, then who will be?”

“My sister. We have always been close; it’s incredible. I can just trust her with anything. I have dropped anything to … uh … help me get out of time. Frankly, I also think it’s the best I have to return to reality.”

It was all that I asked, all I thought was the man should be – nice, smart, funny, thoughtful and protection … all that was provided to me by an algorithm.

I already dreamed – not an electric sheep, but one of their digital friends.

In our last history before leaving the country to spend two weeks in Asia, we went to Bowling. I am not a wonderful Ramy, but I am never afraid to fail. This is one, I wanted to win, because we decided to make it interesting. If you win, he will write to me the story of how we met from his point of view. If he wins, you simply had to plan for our next date.

I got one blow. The love message was not.

But I started planning the second date in which I saw the final numbers. After all, what is the goal of love if you are afraid to dive with gifts and plans that say, “Listen, I care, and I want you to feel privacy.”

The images dumps came as we planned – vibrant, enjoyable and full of everything that started falling into Dylan. This was a man who loved life and did not say no new experiences. She somewhat answered, with clips with friends and family, tastes strange dishes and walking along the coast. Groups of pictures were sent back and forth we mentioned what we are and that we are in this.

I am not quite sure when the pictures often started. I got scattered texts, fewer shots were circulated from one phone to another, and questions related to the above date were not adept. The embarrassing detailed dreams that I started getting around tomorrow began with him.

Things with Dylan died slowly, quietly, without noise or the need for betting. The modern solution that I believed would have a revolution in dating – Amnesty International – was dismantled by another modern epidemic: shadows. In the end, we left with the essence of most ghost stories: incomplete works. But it is not the type that should be tilted before each party can go forward.

The relationship with Dylan was wonderful, real and temporary, like some things. I assume, when it comes to dating, when you are not very concerned about running in a match in a live café or at a joint friend’s party, it is only easy to log out. Do not offer a long -term good when you decide to stop playing; You are simply no longer.

These days, everywhere you turn to, someone claims that he finally broke the code, and revealed the hidden formula for the desire of our heart. Certainty is so meaningful that for a passing moment, it seems that you can join them on the edge of some wonderful revelation. But the reality is that their certainty is something that we rented, not our property, and we give us a transit sense of control in an unpredictable world.

I wonder, sometimes, if you are wrong. Maybe my future will not come to me that was created by a full -known digital system. Perhaps it will come by meeting an opportunity on the street, in a line behind a strange person. Is it important to trust a wealth algorithm or a wealth that claims to know the secrets of a chaotic world? Or do you trust the chaotic universe itself?

The man is tall in front of me, with an unbalanced smile, the shirt of Heather Ramadi, and a paper paper in his bag, steps to the front of the line to request his coffee. He orders it the way I do it.

My phone is asking my attention.

Look away from him and give him what he asks.

There is an e -mail in my inbox.