Love, it's always so tender and so wispy. Tingles travel across your skin, so prickly and yet so addicting at the same time. Butterflies, as if little pests, swarm your stomach at the very thought of them. Sure, the feeling fades after a while, but the care and companionship one feels for another will stay. Human feelings like these, can they really be traced and replicated by numbers, by a series of 1s and 0s? 

Good morning diary, This is our first entry.

So my mother has bought me this digital diary a year ago and... I don't even know where she got this outlandish idea, it's like the woman barely knows me, and she claimed to love our father. 

On my and my twin's birthday, our (oh so great and oh so beautiful) mother gave both of us, me and my twin brother, this crappy tablet that would "record" our emotions based on what we "write", and the mini AI assistant will give us feedbacks and suggestions on what we should do to "cheer us up". Whether it actually works, is still up for observation as I barely even used this weird contraption.

It's like a digital therapist if you will, whatever cosmological being out there knows that real-life therapists need more money than this stupid doohickey. My brother also barely touched his, found it in the cupboard once. Good thing I did and not mother, she would have thrown a fit.

Long story long we both hate it. Barely used it, done and dusted.

I mean, sure she's swamped with work 16/7, 8 hours of sleep for optimal bodily operations. so she never had time to pay attention to our interests but the more I think about it, the least she could've done for us was to stay for dinner. Yeah, that's right. A better gift would've been for her to actually sit down with us, as a family, for one night.

She thinks that just because we live in the 1st District of Humaling (The cluster we're currently in), that we're just like all the other spoilt little kids running around. I mean, sure, I cannot deny that we were spoilt (growing up rich and absent parents does that), but these days, I just want time from the both of them, and I'm sure my brother wants it too (he's been causing so much mayhem and I'm 100% sure that it's out of him just wanting attention).

Speaking of that big brute, I guess at the very least he still goes to college. My twin brother and I are enrolled in Humaling University For The Talented (HUT or HUFTT if you want to be so technical about it).  It's pretty well known, other clusters in the world know all about it. It's like a "National University" as the past generations have called it, very very basic and straight to the point, some things never change about society.

 I'm bisexual, but let's keep that between me and tech unless you want me to be put through the incinerator, just like what happened to my father today, burned till you're a thread away from death. Then you're dispatched to the 3rd district, "The Pits" / "The Underground" as some would call it.

Today, the main reason I'm using this damned thing in the first place is that I found out a dirty little secret that our family has been holding onto, for who knows how long. 

Mom and dad are not "matched", meaning they went and got hitched without going through the "FARM System" and finding out who's their soul match. 

Why they did it, How they did it, and How it went unnoticed by the authorities FOR YEARS, is beyond me. All I know is they got found out. 

And so today, my mom and dad were both taken to the "Genetically Automated Matching Environment Facility" or "The GAME building" (or GAMEF if you - whatever) just outside of the IRIS ring, the inner circle of all cluster, deeper beyond the 1st district, with a massive and daunting tower in the middle.

Mother got away fine, as her match is a different bachelor in our district (1st district).

Father, bless his heart, got the short end of the stick.

His match turned out to be a guy, and to make matters worse.

A said guy came from the third district. The Pitts. The Underground. THE WHOLE SHABANG.

Where does that leave my brother and me to go? Since our father is sent to the 3rd district, our "mother" stays in 1st, will we stay in 1st? not really. We'll be sent to the 2nd district, the working population, the majority of a cluster's population lives there, it's not as bad as the underground, but it's boring and bland in the 2nd district, everything looks bland, the houses, the stores, and the work buildings all of them look the same. Save for the plain black text on their walling labeling what building is what.

I used to not care about this sort of thing. People going through the "Burning", as we so appropriately call it, happen at least every single week. But for it to happen to our beloved father, the man who raised and cared for us in lieu of our absentee mother. It's heartbreaking.

Every single one of them EYE members are all nothing but cruel bastards who take pleasure in the pain of others, as they sip their stupid Chardonnay on their stupid little stools. Gosh, I want to just march up to the epicenter and just blow everything in this cluster...Leave everything burning to bits. But I can't really do that as I'll get shot to bits before I even reach the border of the center.

What can anyone do against such a powerful entity really? We're powerless against this corrupt corporation that has basically done, what no other evil fictional villain has. They had taken over the world and gained complete domination. To think that this stupid corporation started out as a harmless dating app that matches you with one person, promising true love with one match. Can you believe that? In our history class, our professor told us that The leading competition for the "FARM", the dating app, was also another dating app called TINDER, which matched you with so many different people. Then FARM came, and people immediately obsessed over it.

God our history teacher sucked-

"This is foolish of me," I grumbled, chucking the tablet across the room. I watched it soar in the air and as it neared the floor, half of me expected it to shatter into pieces. But the morphing floors that mother had just installed, reconstructed itself into a carpet, which softened the blow as it landed with a silent thud. It then morphed back into its usual oak wood flooring, as if taunting me with its wood...ness.

I rolled my eyes, turning over and resting my hands on my stomach. However, I still didn't feel as relaxed as I hoped to. The events that transpired earlier today still raced through my brain, playing over and over again like a video on repeat. 

"Raven." 

"Yes sir," My android assistant materialized by the door. There are 4 individual androids that are installed in this house's mega drive, one of them is Raven. One of them is my personal assistant, Raven. An android that I had specifically instructed to replicate the appearance and voice of my favorite singer and actor, the heartthrob of the century Raven McConnell. 

Mother has no clue that I like both boys and girls and she doesn't need to know. If I want to stay unburned then the fewer people that know, the better.  Besides, The only person who I trust to know and does know is Anthony, my twin brother.

"Play album 6 for me, please."

"Will do," The assistant, bows and then de-materializes. I do have to tell him to analyze how the real Raven acts and include it in his programming. But that seems a bit overboard so that idea is still pinned and pending.

A calming beat started to play from the walls behind my bed. It barely calms my thoughts, but it surely drowns them with something else. I'll take it, for now.

Built-in speakers, they are very convenient. The ceiling is also just one massive light that dims and changes color on voice command, and there's a remote for it if you truly much prefer it the manual way, but who does that these days?

I had hoped that the song would continue to drown and diminish my racing thoughts. But I should've known that good things never last. Unfortunately for me, my brother's room is just right next to mine. And as usual, I heard my brother and his female android screaming bloody murder, and when I say bloody murder, I mean moaning like horses in heat. 

Rising from my barely comfortable position in bed, I quickly shuffled out of my room. As I approached the door, It swung open for me and closed as I passed. I strode to my brother's room, expecting the same to happen with his door, but thank heavens the only thing he remembered to do, before fornicating with his android, is to disable his door. So I ran into his door and fell flat on my ass on the floor, which thankfully morphed into a cushion.

"ANTHONY!!!" I screamed as I rubbed my aching forehead.

The obscure moaning paused and the door to the room slightly opened, my empty-headed brother stepped out, looking sheepish as always when he faces me. He wore nothing but his loose red shorts and slippers, glancing at his shorts was a mistake as his imprint is still there, bright as day. 

So instead, I fixed my glare on his face. Sweat dripped down from his blonde hair to his chiseled jaw and down to his rock-hard abs, the complete opposite of boring, thin, and slender me.

"You forgot to turn your walls soundproof, again. For like the hundredth time." I stood up, crossed my arms, and glared at my shamefaced-looking brother. He can do whatever immoral and disgusting deeds he wants to do with his android but for the love of all that is good, keep it to himself, I want none of it.

"Oh, sorry bout that, Sophia? can you do what my brother said that I forgot? Thanks."

"On it," Came the sweet voice of his android from inside his room.

Anthony gave me a goofy smile and I knew that I could do nothing else but sigh in defeat, never able to really stay angry at my brother. Especially today, now that all we really have is each other.

"What were you doing anyway for you to be immensely loud this time? Are you bloody testing your weird-ass kinks with Sophia again?"

"Well, Sophia and I-"

Okay, hold that thought, here's the thing. These virtual assistants are AI so they do have their own thoughts and can develop their own feelings. 

A few years back, Anthony was having a little "me time" and forgot to put his assistant on sleep mode or tell her to not disturb him, as always he forgets to do the important stuff. So, He "accidentally" jury's still out on that, moaned her name and she materialized right beside him. It was a mess, and I heard it all as he forgot to soundproof his walls as well and to think all I wanted at the time was to study for our exams. Anyways, the bottom line is Sophia, unfortunately, was able to develop a "lust" trait, something that I immediately banned Raven from developing. But it was something that Anthony immediately took advantage of, even if I kept telling him time and time again, that it is very unethical of him. Still, there was nothing that I can really do because he barely listens to my advice when it comes to his thing. 

"You know I just really saw this thing in a por-"

"NOPE! Nevermind! You know what, forget I asked. Don't want to hear it! This is why your girlfriends break up with you." I said. "That's sickening."

"Well,  At least I've lost my virginity, virgin boy,"

"Androids don't count, Anthony! and at least I never take advantage of Raven's rights."

"My hand's not staying my companion forever!"

"That's android abuse!" I said walking back to my room.

"No it's not, Sophia told me it's not!" He called after me.

"It's in Article 3 Section 24 under sexual advances on an android! Read it!" I said as the door slammed behind me, the wall between my room and his grew transparent as we continued the conversation.

"Who has time to read?! If Sophia says it's fine then it's fine!"

"We're going to get matched in a year!" I lay on my bed staring at my ceiling, I heard the shuffling of sheets in the other room. 

"So?!"

"Can't you even try to stay celibate till then?! Imagine the poor girl that'll get matched to you, what if she accidentally meets Sophia?!"

Instead of an answer, Sophia's moans began to resonate from the other room toward his.

"Oh, My GOD! Anthony! You're nasty!! SOUNDPROOF YOUR ROOM!" 

I heard Anthony murmur something to Sophia as the wall between our rooms solidifies and soundproofed, blocking out the android's and Anthony's nasty moans. Gosh, he's such a horndog it's honestly an embarrassment to the family. In this day and age, Androids have been completely banned from those kinds of occupations: pornography, and prostitution. Unless you're in the Underground, where most things that don't go above here, pass totally fine down there. In the first district, if your bed with a willing Android it's not technically a crime but it's more of a  moral turpitude.

"Raven," I call and as always, he materializes by the door. 

"Yes sir?"

"Call Alfred for me, will you?"