Sci-fi Novel - The Love Algorithm - Part 27

Part 1: Our Sweet Home
Part 2: Love In 12 Minutes
Part 3: Machiavellian Berkan's Concerns
Part 4: Bonanza and His Friends
Part 5: Long-lasted Love
Part 6: Pre-design Battle
Part 7: My Dear Father
Part 8: Video Speech of A Public Enemy
Part 9: A Job Interview
Part 10: The Second Great Attack
Part 11: Big Hopes
Part 12: An Unexpected Disaster
Part 13: Sediment of the Days
Part 14: The Goddess Of Matchmaking, Gülizar
Part 15: Saturday Night Fever
Part 16: Red Alert
Part 17: Writing the Codes of Love
Part 18: Bombastic Folk Singer Ayhan
Part 19: The Drama Of An Ordinary Toy Soldier
Part 20: Phone Call In The Morning
Part 21: The Land of Angry Invoices
Part 22: Last Cliff Before The Bridge
Part 23: The Questionnaire
Part 24: The Cursed Prophet Murphy
Part 25: When Love Hits The Door
Part 26: Among Data Stacks

Part 27: Carefree Souls Gallery

The hostel owner, Gülizar, who inspired our platform with her name and image, allowed us to test it in her hostel. So we went on the road to bring the love algorithm together with the users at Berkan's anonymous hostel in Kasımpaşa. As we descended from the upper regions of Kasımpaşa, the fog that brought a mysterious atmosphere to the environment was intensified. The streets reminded me of old Turkish film scenes because there was no change for years in the region where Gülizar's illegal pension was located. We got out of the taxi in the dense fog and entered through the open door of one of the three apartments.

I learned from Berkan that these three buildings could be used as a single building with doors opened on the side walls connecting the buildings. The door of the flat at the entrance was opened while we were climbing up the dusty stairs smelling damp. Aunt Gülizar was looking at us with her ash-blown cigarette in her mouth and mini-vacuum cleaner in his hand. With her usual informal style, “Come in,” she said.

“Hello, aunt Gülizar, thank you very much for accepting us,” said Deniz.

”You're going to buy the kids dinner," said Aunt Gülizar.

Deniz learned in the first minute that Gülizar didn't like entry sentences.

“Are the guys on this floor?” I asked her.

After looking at my face in an expressionless manner, “Upstairs, follow me,” she said.

We went up a narrow, spiral staircase with rust marks on it. Three girls were sitting on the couch in the room we entered. There was only one television in the place, and the floor was covered with a blue carpet, which had been drenched over the years. After introducing ourselves and explaining our purpose, we learned that the names of the girls were Menekşe, Yasemin ve Nergis. The girls were triplets and graduating in a university I've never heard of before.

Deniz asked what it felt like to have three of their own. Immediately after that, and regretted asking the question that way and added what she meant was only the external appearance. The girl whose name was Yasemin said, “it's okay, we're fine.” The girls didn't seem to be disturbed by the way Deniz perceived themselves, but I thought if they wanted to emphasize that they were separate individuals, they wouldn't be wearing the same clothes anyway.

“It's a strange image,” said Berkan, who had inadvertently expressed this thought. While we were talking to the girls, a young boy brought us a portable chair and a coffee table, by the way, the aunt Gülizar had already disappeared.

“We are so happy; maybe we will marry three brothers and become famous,” Yasemin said.

Menekse and Nergis nodded in the way that they agreed with Yasemin. It was evident that they had no problem with being triplets. We put our mobile computers in their hands, and each one of us started to guide them, filling out the survey form on our platform. It was a challenging endeavor because the girls' perception capacity was deficient as if an average person's intelligence was divided into three, each trying to manage her share of intelligence. You should not assume that they had learned anything from the previous process; it was necessary to specify all the details of each step, and sometimes even take the mobile computer from their hands and click on the form in person when they could not pass a level. As the result of the long efforts, we have enabled all three of them to enter the necessary information; when the process was over, Yasemin asked, “Are we going to see the triplet boys now?”

“We're at the test stage right now, we don't have too many members,” Deniz explained.

Aside from being college students, were suspicious that the girls had graduated from elementary school; obviously, they lied to us. Later, we learned from Aunt Gülizar that they work as an observer in the unmanned stores in the area. The company that owns the stores should have thought it was a deterrent to have a living person as an observer rather than going after the thieves later, according to the camera records.

Berkan said it would help to promote the platform of marrying these girls with three men who are as foolish as they are. We went through an automatic door, just like in the series of Space Trek, to the stairwell of another building, and we went down one floor from there. The door, which aunt Gülizar had been ringing as if there were a fire, was opened quickly. Aunt Gülizar said to the young man who meets us with the eyes, “the trial will be done,” and plunged in. We followed her with the confused gaze of the boy at the door. It turns out that his roommates neglected to inform Okan and he said that Aunt Gülizar's friends were also his friends. We were finally meeting our target audience at this student house, which houses two girls and one boy. Girls said that the level of detail of our survey was insufficient, while Okan found form too long on the contrary. After discussing the level of detail of items, they talked with each other whether or not love was hidden in the lines of people's faces. They were not evaluating the platform from the user's view as expected from them; they were trying to assess it with the perspective of the designer.

For example, Okan proposed a figure similar to the woman characters in the 60s sci-fi films, with a silver-colored, mini-dress. They did not say anything about how to get the platform to a better level by chance. Okan offered to generate the nude representation of female members of the platform, produced by artificial intelligence. Then Oya and Melek began to argue whether roommates were secretly staring at them while they were taking a bath. Oya explained that such an act would never be expected from Okan, and the Melek said that men would never be trusted when it comes to sex-related issues. The test work we conducted that we reached through a long corridor was as inefficient as the previous one. The two young men did not seem to have much to do with women. After saying goodbye to us, they were in the game wearing virtual reality glasses without waiting for us to come out the door. Aunt Gülizar suddenly appeared near us, while we were looking right and left in front of the door, trying to figure out where to go. To be able to sneak around at the hostel, it seems that she had developed the ability to pad like a panther in the hunt.

”You were going to give food to the children," said Aunt Gülizar. I took out the vouchers from my pocket and handed them to Aunt Gülizar. After counting the coupons roughly, she said, “give extra for the poor".

I took out the coupons left in my pocket and gave them to Aunt Gülizar. She took out a branch of cigarette from her headscarf and put it in her mouth and lit her cigarette with a cigarette lighter from her cardigan's pocket. She began to go down the stairs, pointing of us to follow. When we got to the entrance, she said, “Come and have some tea.”

I said, “Let's not be late for our next appointment.”

Aunt Gülizar said, “Okay, come back if you need anything else.”

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