Love Lockdown
Somewhere in Western Civilization, September 2nd, 2274, 4:54 pm
Buzzzzz
“That goddamn locket, back at it again with another perfect match alert,” I exclaimed, to no one in particular. Somewhat ironic timing, I guess, given the current contents of the recording. Still no reaction from Mike, who had recently taken to tuning out my grumbling about most things, with a particular aversion to my grumbling about Hinge. I suppose I’ll still see what my third quartile genetics have in store this time.
