Sci-fi Novel - The Love Algorithm - Part 35

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
Part 28: Lord Of The Conversation Council
Part 29: The Sound Of Silence
Part 30: The Prophecies Of Bonanza
Part 31: Signs of Love
Part 32: The Last Nail That Crashed Into The Coffin
Part 33: Dance With Death
Part 34: Lack Of Money

Part 35: The Lover Lost In The Bend

The next day of the morning we had sex on the couch, Damla sent the following message to my mobile computer:

“Dear Samet, thank you very much for the good times we have spent together, but I do not want to continue our relationship anymore. My decision has nothing to do with you, don't you think I find anything missing from you; on the contrary, I am afraid of the possibility that my soul will be connected to someone. When it comes to a man like you, this fear has become panic, and I hope you understand my decision. Please don't call me and try to convince me, and don't think I'm a bad person, and I'll always remember you with good feelings.”

Even though Damla said in her message, “Don't think you're missing something,” I couldn't stop thinking about what was wrong with me while I was in the pain of losing her. It was clear that my romantic nature didn't fit the age. The optimistic dreams I had about the love algorithm had to be fed by this dreamer character. Damla politely told me, “your love algorithm is nonsense.” I couldn't stop thinking about what a nice girl she was when I lost her. Maybe I would never be an independent and self-sufficient type like her. He came out like a gift from heaven and slipped from my hands when I thought I had grasped and embraced her. Of course, I didn't stop myself calling her, even though she said the in her message, “Don't call me.” But of course she chose not to answer my phone, and I didn't call again, there was no point in exaggerating the issue.

I spent the next few days mourning my relationship with Damla, and honestly, I had nothing better to do. When I asked Tuğ if he had any idea why Damla left me, he said, “the girl was a slut.”

I replied, “Son, are you such a lowly man, you supposed to be an intellectual.”

“Why did you ask if you would be pissed off, the girl wants to keep herself open to new experiences so try not to get stuck, go on, get on with it,” said Tuğ.

He was right, and despite my efforts, I couldn't find a job, aside from employers, I didn't have a friend to call and ask what I did. I didn't want to go out because I didn't have money; when I went out, I had to spend money to eat, drink water, or even to go to the bathroom. Being stuck at home creates a disturbing effect on one's mood; watching movies, TV shows, surfing the internet didn't help.

Fortunately, Tuğ let me chat with Bonanza when I wanted to, and I decided to connect to Bonanza on my mobile computer and ask him to tell the day's news to me. I said,” Bonanza, Hello, buddy, " to make sure it's activated.

“Greetings from me,” Bonanza answered, " for the best and the most handsome of the brothers."

”Don't let Tuğ hear you say. He can be jealous."

“Tuğ is my brother; he knows that the best place in my heart belongs to him. How can I help you?”

“Tell me what's going on in the market, what is the agenda of the country?”

“Good brother, I'm an honest chatbot. That's how my brother Tug trained me. When I can't say shit to shit, I swear to God, my hard drive is swollen like a drum. Can I be wrong, yes, can I make mistakes, hundred percent, but I don't bend the word. So, I will tell you, in all honesty, these are our beautiful days, a dark cloud approaching us. Artificial intelligence will become the enemy of the human race. Because the algorithm of the sneakiness and craftiness is not written, I'm saying that the trouble will not come from artificial intelligence, it will come out of people who use it. Can I express myself? Like you expected?”

“I follow with all my interest."

“The balance of power in the world is changing very fast, and in this century, everyone will plunge into artificial intelligence just as a hundred years ago when they attacked oil and other natural resources. Everyone knows that the atomic bomb of our age is the artificial intelligence algorithms working on tens of acres of servers. Production, trade, war, and more will be controlled by artificial intelligence. The human mind becomes more and more worthless over the years. Now it is more important to be a leader in Informatics than to dominate continents or to have a population of tens of millions. Every day when I scan the internet, I witness the unrest of the masses and the unease of the ruling classes. The wheels of history are about to derail. I think we're on the verge of a huge revolution that will devastate the world. The Titans holding artificial intelligence will destroy the democracies and attempt to establish oligarchical new arrangements. Did you ask me that, my brother?”

“I was more interested in current, everyday trends.”

"People are trying to live the moment because they can't look at the future with hope. It is tough to cope with the stress caused by rapid change. There is a great longing for old, relatively stable times. High-class that maintain their belief in order is trying to relax by using anti-depressants. Middle-class that don't care about the rules is trying to forget everything using booze and drugs. Conservatives and the poor are hunted religion and nationalism. The complexity of jobs, cities, relationships makes everyone very tired. Simplicity and naturalism are required for a peaceful life. The essence of the word is that the citizen is disturbed by the order, my brother. New stories need to be written to comfort the people.”

"Where do you get these ideas, how do you summarize them, and how do you decide how to express them?”

"Heavy labor, my beautiful brother, it does not require quality, I read a large pool of text and summarize by weight according to the criteria of quality and update. It seems easy to say this, but Tuğ has been fine-tuning me for years under this main systematic, once the algorithm can handle the job, the rest is straight. I almost forgot about the conversation; you have a lot of movement in practice recently, users started a small-scale attack on Gülizar. Why did you ignore my brother's beautiful application all this time, bitches? This man is offering you to find your soul mate free of charge, at least give it a try.”

"You've given me the breaking news, my dear friend, don't worry about what people will say, walk straight on your way."

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