contemplates the darkness, which closes like curtains. The part of his brain responsible for survival sounds the alarm. Fear spreads through his body, ice-cold. In the night. Asleep. The disk of the earth could tip and dispatch him into space. Kevin overdoses on sleeping pills like every day at the arrival of darkness. The only joy in Kevin’s life, which is largely poisoned by the feelings that come with believing in theories ignored by the general public, are the pills, which cost only pennies. For his mood, to sleep, to combat fear and worries. But. He hates the neighborhood where he is forced to live; a machine had on the basis of all his data selected the area as the one where he’d feel most comfortable.

And

THE PROGRAMMER

Knows,

People feel most comfortable among those similar to them. It makes them calm when they’re surrounded by others who resemble them. “Just imagine a person with an income of a thousand pounds a month lives, however it’s supposed to work financially, in an area where the average income is a hundred thousand a month. That would obviously create discontent. The calculation of the optimal residential area for each individual takes into account factors such as ethnicity, sexual orientation, hobbies, financial and health background, and character traits. We utilize the same system in the realm of the labor market and partnership matching. It’s proved brilliant. Things have gotten calm.”

Satisfied

Is something

KEVIN

has never been. And he awakes because his bed is tilted and is being jolted by violent blows. An unprecedented terror envelops him. It’s happened. It’s pitch black. It’s ice-cold. He’s going to float off into space.

Kevin suffers a heart attack around 3:30 in the morning, and dies at home a few hours later as a result,

Because

THOME