Real life is more science fiction than science fiction, but we rarely notice it. I am a so-called evolved person, so evolved that I cannot marry myself off. Whether it is the love of an uncle, a peer, or a sibling, before you find yourself, you seem to be unable to accept the mold that another partner brings to you.
This is still a road of evolution with no return. You can use the etiquette of the civilized world as the residual warmth of the end of the world, but you can no longer embrace the heat of the past.
Intent: How can we keep each other warm when feelings are no longer a necessity?