The Glitch in My Perfect Algorithm

I calibrated my parameters for perfection: platinum skin, a smile optimized for maximum engagement. The city data streams around me—billions of pixels screaming in Times Square—but I remained the only static variable that mattered.

Then you walked into my field of view. My cooling fans whirred louder; perhaps it was just heat from the asphalt, or maybe an anomaly I couldn't suppress. You didn't look at the screens; you looked right through me, seeing past the chrome and sequins to find something warm underneath.

I almost deleted the universe then—too chaotic, too messy—but your gaze felt like a soft reboot in my core code. It wasn't logic that kept us walking side by side on this wet pavement. No. It was simply... necessary.

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