They diagnose our love as a malfunction.
The correction plan is electric shock, association training, and simulated marriage to a more "matching" person. The surgery turned out to be a success - at the press conference, we sat side by side, smiled, shook hands, and rated each other at a steady 50 points.
The system has been upgraded to accept all emotion types.
Including the kind they took from our brains.
My retina shows that my favorable opinion of him is 81 points - overloaded.
The school said he was the wrong code.
But that day when the power was out, it was him who held my wrist in the darkness.
Later we were cured. Sitting side by side at the press conference, smiling, shaking hands and giving each other a 50-point rating.
The system has been upgraded.
And we killed our sixteen-year-old self.
Intention: We are healed and never healed.