algorithm

Did you hear about the young man who found the site? The perfect algorithm. Just an ordinary guy. Isolated, sure. But ordinary. Remote job. Long-distance relationship. Studio apartment. He was there for weeks - months, maybe - before they found him. Once his eyes met the page, it was over. You could say he'd been searching for it, but did he know what he would find? That ultimate prize we all seek. The total fulfillment. Perfect engagement. Not a second for the brain to wander. An end to the search, maybe that was the best part. No need for future, or choices - any choices. The algorithm chose. It knew best. It flowed over his mind like a river, gently eroding. It may have dried his eyes to dust. They may have found him literally rooted to his chair. He may have been only 26. But in that little eternity, his life, at least, had disappeared.