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An hour later, she saw him at the rain-smeared window of Brew 221. He wasn't what she expected. The MATC had always sent photos of chiseled, symmetrical people. Cale had a crooked smile, a faded band T-shirt, and was reading a dog-eared astrophysics textbook—the exact same 2034 edition she’d dropped in a puddle last month.

"The Algorithm," she whispered, "it's just data." matc cple

Today, curiosity won.

"You knew I was coming?"