Sci-fi Novel - The Love Algoritm - Part 4

Part 1: Our Sweet Home
Part 2: Love In 12 Minutes
Part 3: Machiavellian Berkan's Concerns

Part 4: Bonanza and His Friends

Even though my housemate Tuğ seemed unemployed on paper, he was engaged continuously like illustrious business people. He has been a Ph.D. student for a long time. When people asked when he would complete his Ph.D., he spurned questions with the answer, “science cannot be made in a hurry.” I thought Bonanza was the primary source of his busyness. Since he was a type who didn't like to talk about himself and his work, we could only guess what was going on in Tuğ's life. Even though we live under the same roof, I haven't had a positive response to my request to sit down and talk to each other. He kept stalling on me.

While listening to the music from the big screen in the hall, he appeared at the door like a blonde ghost. He seemed to have come from another world with his long, thin legs and his young face.

He said, “yes, what would you talk about?”

”I'm sorry if I offended you; I'm taking your time in this busy schedule."

He said, “Don't sweat, get to the point,” and then he came and sat next to me on the couch.

“I haven't been able to pay rent for four months. If the investors accept my project, it's not clear how much they'il pay. I can leave the house if you want," I said, ”Why would you carry me?"

He was listening to what I was saying with his confused eyes. While maintaining the same confused expression, he said, “The rent is not important, coach, you'd probably give it if you had money.”

“I'm embarrassed; I really can move somewhere else.”

He said, “Brother, is there anyone here that demand money from you?”

“Thank you. How do you handle it? Did you ask your father?”

“My father stopped sending money. If you don't get money, you don't pay your debts.”

I said, “to whom did you owe it, so that they don't cause trouble?”

“If they dare to make a mistake, I'll take them out. Don't bother me with the money issues. Don't upset yourself" He stood up to go to his room, saying, ”everything would be resolved."

I said,” Why don't you sit down. Don't worry about your dear Bonanza."

He sat on the couch again, saying, “I think you're supposed to be jerking off.”

“Take care of me. Otherwise, I'll break your machine.”

He didn't even tolerate the joke of damaging Bonanza, and he responded with the words, “I'll break your head too.”

I didn't have much hope that he would answer, but it wouldn't hurt to try my luck, “You started building Bonanza at the age of 14?” I asked him.

“What I did when I was 14 had nothing to do with Bonanza. My time was always precious, and I was too busy, just like now. I started coding Bonanza to bring information about my hobbies in front of me automatically. I started with simple scenarios like "Read the conversations on the forums and audience reviews. Find the most popular movie of the week. Download it online. Run on Saturday at 8:00 pm".

“Why don't you let him talk to us, you're isolating Bonanza.”

It wasn't easy to get a word out of Tuğ; he said: "You know what you're talking about."

I was determined to get the information that would satisfy my curiosity. “There's no way I can explain my ignorance about what you're busy about. If something happens to you tomorrow, if the police come and question me, they arrest me saying haven't you lived in the house with this guy for years, why you know so little about his. Sometimes I check Zeynep, and she's no different from me. We want to be Bonanza's friend."

After saying ”Take a little respect for private life. You can't create anything if you live intertwined, fucked up with society. Too much curiosity would kill the cat,” he went to his room.

A few minutes later, someone opened the door with the key, and I thought it was Zeynep because nobody else had a key. She went into the hall with a big smile on her face. Zeynep was a nice person, and I liked the energy she was spreading.

“Street performers have occupied your street. A lot of guys in gray. When I said I was out of the subway, I was in the crowd of demonstrators. It took almost ten minutes to cross the 50-meter road. Are they always here? What are their concerns?"

While Zeynep was taking off her boots, I summarized what I knew to Zeynep in a breath “It is unfortunate for them to keep our street dwelling while there are so many places in Istanbul. They get more crowded every week. There's some mentor in this street. They haven't hurt anyone yet. The other day, as I passed by, I saw them tossing their mobile computers with each other. They're like military units, no women, no children. I suppose they're protesting digitization and unemployment. I didn't know exactly what political opinion they have or what they are suggesting."

After placing one of the cushions in the corner of the hall and stretching her feet, she said,

“Well, screw them, what happened to your company?”

"The road is long. There's plenty of slopes. Thay said go today and come a month later.”

At least they didn't say, “go today and never come again.”

“We will create a preliminary design with my high school friend Berkan.”

“If I had money, I'd invest in your company with peace of mind. Let me see Tuğ; he will not come to the hall,” she said as she stood up.

“Talk to Bonanza, maybe Tuğ will let you, not bring me close.”

“I don't think so, but I will try,” said Zeynep as she walked into Tuğ's room.

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