The Love Machine: A Soul Mates Short Story

The Beat Detectors band logoThe Love Machine

A Soul Mates Short Story

by Catherine Chant

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Paramount Studios
Hollywood, CA
November, 1973

 

“Boys, I have an idea for a Valentine’s Day promotion. You’re gonna love it.” Co-producer Larry Somers strode into the conference room of Stage 34 and slapped a stack of strange-looking rectangular cards on the table.

Everyone groaned, including fifteen-year-old Ronnie Basford. He’d played the lead role on Larry’s hit kid detective show, Goody Gumshoes, and served as the lead singer of the show’s band, The Beat Detectors, long enough to dread those words. Larry’s promotion ideas were usually nuts.

“I hope it’s not another kissing booth like last year,” said sixteen-year-old Sean Wells, the band’s affable Midwestern drummer. “I think I caught mono from it.”

“You had a cold,” Felix Harper said, nudging his friend’s shoulder. “We met a lot of fine looking ladies that day, so I’m not complaining.” He smoothed a hand across his stylish afro, catching and admiring his reflection in a mirror on wall next to him.

This room doubled as a dressing room on busy days, and Felix always took that seat in meetings. The sixteen-year-old was a groovy looking black dude and he knew it. Boss dresser, too. He played keyboards, but clothing was his “thing” on the show, and in real life. Larry and his co-producer Bruce Tompkins had even considered opening a fashion line in the band’s name because of this.

“What are those?” asked Darin Roche with a sigh. He’d propped his chin up with his hand, bored already. Minutes into the meeting. This seventeen-year-old guitarist, and all ‘round too-cool-for-school west coaster, rarely found any of the studios’ promotional stunts worth his time. But they’d given him and Ronnie a lot of leeway this past summer to work on a solo musical project that was separate from the show. Both he and Ronnie were so grateful they vowed to behave like good little soldiers for all of Season 3. When contracts came up for renewal, that might change, but for now they were stuck with whatever loony idea Larry had come up with.

Larry lifted the cards just as Bruce entered the room. Side-by-side this pair of middle-aged men were a comical duo of contrasts. Where Larry was tall and smartly dressed in a button-down shirt and khakis, Bruce was a stumpy, laid back fellow sporting a Hawaiian shirt and jeans. He usually forgot to shave, too.

“These are the secret to love,” Larry said.

“What?” chorused a roomful of voices, including Bruce’s.

Larry glanced at his partner with an expression of annoyance. “I told you about this at lunch. Caltech?”

“Oh, right.” Bruce nodded and squeezed into a seat at the other end of the table between Darin and Felix. Their meeting space was small and windowless. Big enough to fit the table and six chairs, but not much more.

“The secret to love,” Ronnie said. “What does that mean?”

“It means I’ve met a young man from Caltech, a real brilliant sort of fella, and he’s invented a love machine.”

All the boys laughed.

“Is that like a female robot?” Sean asked, a concerned wrinkle in his brow. “I don’t think my mother would be down with that.”

“No robots,” Larry said. He spread the cards out and slid them across the table so everyone could take a closer look. “Just a computer.”

Ronnie held up the two cards that came his way. They were blank with lots of rectangular holes in them. They reminded him of train tickets, but were a bit larger. He glanced at Felix and Sean who were holding the cards up in front of their eyes like glasses, looking through the holes at each other, and laughing. Darin hadn’t touched his cards. Instead he’d slid his elbow off the table and slouched in the chair.

“This whiz kid,” Larry said, “this Gary Milligan, he thinks he’s designed a fool-proof matchmaking system, and he’s looking for people to help try it out.”

“Great, we get to be guinea pigs now?” Darin grumbled.

Ronnie smiled. Darin frequently compared their antics on the show to that of dancing bears and performing monkeys, so why not guinea pigs, too?

“Think of it as doing our bit for the advancement of science,” Bruce said, ever the peacemaker.

“Any guy who thinks love is a science,” Darin said, “isn’t a genius.”

“Well, the word love is more of a marketing term,” Larry explained. “The machine is mainly a compatibility predictor. He feeds information—data—into his machine and it matches people up by things they have in common.”

“What sort of information?” Ronnie asked.

Larry consulted the small pocket notebook he carried everywhere. “Nothing too personal. Birthday, zodiac sign, age, hobbies or interests. Things like that.”

“How very Star Trek,” Darin muttered.

“So, what are the cards for?” Felix asked. His flipped the one in his hand back and forth. “There’s nothing on it.”

“To be honest, I’m not sure,” Larry said, frowning at the single card he lifted from the table. “He called them punch cards. I think the pattern of holes in each card are pieces of data used in the computations.”

Sean lifted another card and scrutinized it. “Maybe people go into the machine and when it’s done, that’s all that’s left of them.” He held a straight face for about two seconds before bursting into laughter.

Felix joined in. “Soylent green is people!”

“Hey, that was a good movie,” Darin said, sitting up a little bit.

“Okay, knock if off, you guys. We’re getting off topic.” Larry motioned toward Felix. “Give me back the cards.” He gathered the cards back into one stack in front of himself.

“Why us?” Darin asked. Ronnie noticed he still hadn’t touched any of the cards.

“Because it’ll be fun?” Bruce suggested.

Whereas Larry was a “do what I say or else” type of producer, Bruce often tried to cajole the cast into going along with a plan. He hated the on-set bickering that had been happening for the past six months.

“Because it’ll whip up some fan interest and make the papers.” Larry flipped a page in his notebook. “We’ll collect entries from girls in the local area and Gary Milligan’s love machine will match up four of the entries with the four of you. One girl for each Beat Detector.”

“Then what?” asked Ronnie. He’d have to go on a blind date with this girl? He wasn’t sure he was cool with that. It was hard enough dating girls you already knew.

Larry made a face like the answer should be obvious. “A group date. All eight of you. Maybe to the amusement park or to the beach. Somewhere open where we can shoot a few scenes for a special music montage in an upcoming episode.”

“And we’ll make sure the teen magazines are there to snap photos as well,” Bruce added.

Ronnie exchanged looks with the other Beat Detectors. None of them were dating anyone steady, and even if they were this was a publicity stunt. A good girlfriend would understand that.

Unfortunately, Ronnie hadn’t had much luck in that department. The only girl he’d ever loved had lied and schemed behind his back to tear him away from the Beat Detectors. He still had to see Mary Kingston-Tate from time to time because their shows taped on adjacent stages, but they hadn’t spoken since the summer.

* * *

Daisy Lerner spotted Mary Kingston-Tate exiting her dressing room inside Stage 33 and ran up to her. “Did you hear what the guys next door are doing for Valentine’s Day?” she asked. She was practically bursting to tell someone.

Mary scoffed. “Of course not. None of them are speaking to me at the moment.”

“I’m sure that’s not true. Have you tried to go over there and—”

Mary held up her hand to silence Daisy. “I am persona non grata in the Beat Detector world, and I’m trying to accept it. Don’t make things worse by suggesting I should apologize again. I’ve done that enough. I won’t grovel for anyone. Not even Ronnie.”

She said this in her naturally haughty tone, which Daisy had decided months ago probably only sounded super snobby because of the British accent. In July, Mary had flown thousands of miles from England to star and the latest Somers-Tompkins musical sit-com, but production had ground to a standstill over the summer. It had nothing to do with Mary and Ronnie’s big fight back in July, but that didn’t stop gossip from spreading across the Paramount lot.

Although Daisy was friends with all the Beat Detectors, she preferred not to choose sides. Despite what the boys thought, Mary was not the villainess they made her out to be. The girl was only fourteen years old. Much too young for wicked witch status. She should know, she was fourteen as well, and pretty certain you needed to be much older to be truly evil.

“Okay, I get it,” Daisy said. “But can I tell you about their new promotion anyway? It sounds like so much fun!” She tapped her balled fists together with excitement.

Mary gave a huff, but nodded. “Fine. What is it?”

“A love machine.”

“A what?”

“A love machine. Is that the coolest sounding thing or what? It matches you up with your perfect mate. I want to try it out so badly, but I don’t know if they’ll let us. I think they want fans only.”

“It sounds absurd,” Mary said. “Why would you bother? How could such a machine possibly work? It sounds as antiquated as the arranged marriages my ancestors thrived on.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t take it seriously. But wouldn’t it be fun to see who the machine matched you up with?”

“With my luck, it would pair me with Darin.” She made a face.

Daisy laughed. “That can’t happen, silly. You know he’s destined to be mine.”

She’d been a Darin Roche fan long before signing on to be part of the all-girl musical counterpart to The Beat Detectors. So much so that it had become a running joke once she was on set that one day Darin would fall madly in love with her. She didn’t honestly believe it would happen—she seemed to have more in common with Ronnie Basford, actually—but Darin’s tall, dark and handsome allure continued to fuel her fantasies. For Mary, however, Darin was the enemy, and the reason she and Ronnie were no longer together.

Daisy nudged Mary conspiratorially. “The machine might pick Ronnie for you. You never know unless you try…” She let her voice trail off and met Mary’s now interested gaze.

“Where do we sign up?”

* * *

Two months later

“The results are in!” Larry announced to Ronnie and the other Beat Detectors when they arrived at Stage 34 for rehearsal. Both Larry and Bruce met them near the stage door in the empty space that may have passed as a reception area years ago, but now served as storage for broken things. Like the three-legged desk sagging in the corner.

The contest had run for thirty days, promoted in local papers and magazines. Valentine’s Day was now only a month away.

“Follow me to the set to meet your dates.” Larry started to turn, but Sean stopped him.

“They’re here already?” Sean’s face turned an interesting shade of pink. “I thought we’d have more time to prepare. You don’t meet your perfect match every day.”

Larry rubbed his hands together. “Perfect match. Yes, well…”

“What’s wrong?” Darin asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re fidgety and Bruce is sweating like a can of pop left out in the sun.”

“Well, as you know…” Bruce seemed to be hunting for the right words. “…the computer program the guy wrote was experimental, and—”

“You might as well tell them,” Larry said. He blew out sigh of resignation.

“The computer was only able to make a match for one of you.” Bruce said it all in one breath, like he needed to get something off his chest.

Ronnie glanced at his band mates. “Which one?” Images of Mary as his Valentine’s date both excited and horrified him. He’d heard from Daisy that both girls had signed up to be part of the experiment, for a bit of fun. What would he do if a computer told him he was meant to be with Mary? He’d almost convinced himself that breaking up with her had been the right thing to do?

“That doesn’t matter,” Larry said briskly. “We’re going in a different direction. Same objective, of course. Publicity. But—”

“What direction?” Felix and Sean said at almost the same time, creating an echo in the room.

Larry started walking toward the set with Bruce a couple steps behind.

“Let me guess,” Darin said when they’d rounded the corner to find four girls standing in the center of the Goody Gumshoes garage set. “Professional actresses?”

Mary and Daisy were the first two girls in line. Next to them stood a very pretty blond girl about Daisy’s age and a taller, dark-skinned girl who could easily be mistaken for a young Diahann Carroll from the Julia show. Both of the new girls were quite striking, but his eyes were drawn to Daisy in her cute pink mini dress and of course, Mary who, despite everything that had happened, still caused his breath to hitch whenever he saw her.

“How many entries where there?” Ronnie asked, focusing on the producers instead of the stage.

“Almost a thousand,” Bruce said with an air of pride in his voice.

“And only one match?” Sean asked.

“You better not have stuck me with Mary,” Darin grumbled.

Felix slapped him on the back. “No man. It must have been me. Computers don’t lie. Look at that fine girl up there. She’s my dream girl for sure.” A huge smile spread across his face and when Ronnie glanced toward the stage again, he saw the same smile forming on the Julia girl’s lips, too. If this were one of their Gumshoes episodes, there’d be little cartoon hearts over both their eyes.

Ronnie chuckled to himself. At least one Beat Detector would have a nice Valentine’s Day.

“It doesn’t matter what the computer said,” Larry said. “We threw out all the results and went with our own.”

“What?” the band chorused.

Ronnie noticed Bruce slipping some of those punch cards from the top of the papers on his clipboard to the bottom and wondered if those were the results right there. Which Beat Detector had made a true match? And was that girl here?

“That could’ve been my one true love you threw away,” Sean said with a fake frown before bursting into a nervous titter.

“Isn’t that dishonest?” Darin said, ever the voice of negativity, even if he had a point.

“There was small print on the entry forms,” Bruce said. “Nothing to worry about.”

* * *

Standing next to Mary, Daisy practically vibrated with anticipation. “I can’t believe we got picked,” she said under breath as Larry, Bruce and The Beat Detectors approached the set. The girls stood a couple of feet above the floor, positioned in a line along the front of the raised platform where The Beat Detectors taped many of their musical numbers for the show.

Mary leaned forward to give a quick glance at the two girls on the other side of Daisy and frowned. “Notice anything odd about those two?”

Daisy looked over. Both girls appeared perfectly normal. About her age and very pretty. The girl closest had long blond hair that reminded her of Leah Reinard. A.K.A. Layla Birch. The third person in their all-girl trio, who’d returned home before taping began. The MoDeLs had become a duo after that. Daisy jokingly referred to them as The MoDs since they’d lost their “L,” but Larry and Bruce weren’t amused. They’d never seemed completely comfortable with the idea of a duo instead of a trio, so the future of their TV series remained uncertain.

It had been months, but Daisy still missed Leah, especially as a confidante for all her crazy hopes and dreams. Mary wasn’t the same fun-loving company Leah had been, preferring to keep to herself most of the time. The recent troubles between her and Ronnie had only made Mary less of a joy to be around.

But Daisy firmly believed she would see Leah again one day, and that kept her from dwelling on something negative. Positivity was her mantra, along with gratitude, and the firm belief that what you put out into the universe came back to you.

The second girl had dark hair and a lovely caramel skin Daisy would kill for. But all the suntan lotions in the world and she still turned bright red like a Maine lobster whenever she sunbathed. At least it coordinated with her red hair. Mary was constantly trying to convince her that pale was beautiful. But of course Mary would stay that. She came from London, where apparently it rained all the time.

“I don’t see anything wrong with them,” Daisy whispered to Mary.

“That’s my point. Do they seem like ordinary fans to you?”

Daisy shrugged. Ordinary? Sure, in her Malibu gated community these girls would fit right in. Tall, thin, and gorgeous, right down to those adorable pink boots the blond girl wore. She’d definitely have to ask where to get them afterwards.

“This feels like a bloody audition,” Mary muttered.

Really? Daisy slid another look at the girls, and then forward to where Larry and Bruce stood huddled together with clipboards in their hands. Hmm. Mary might be on to something.

The blond girl could certainly slip into Leah’s old role without much of a problem. But what about the fourth girl? Were they about to become a quartet? And what about the Love Machine? Had this all been a ruse to scout out new talent?

Daisy crossed her arms, suddenly feeling a bit of Mary’s irritation. Larry and Bruce had become increasingly secretive the last few months, rarely consulting with either Mary or Daisy about their show’s future. Daisy could understand her being left out, but as the star of the show, Mary’s contract specified creative control.

If Mary was right about what was happening today, it didn’t seem like she had much control over the show any more.

* * *

Darin gave a short laugh. “You mean you intended to keep control the whole time? The Love Machine was just a gimmick?”

“Does it matter?” Larry said. “The result is the same.” He spread his arms wide. “Publicity, boys. That’s what we were after, and that’s what we got. Everyone was talking about the contest. Now we have thousands of anxious fans waiting to see the results. Today, we’re rehearsing those results, and your group date will air at the end of the Valentine’s Day episode in one month’s time.”

Bruce opened a box near the stage and handed out a small stack of paper to each Beat Detector. Scripts.

“Our dates are scripted?” Darin said. Shaking his head, he sank into the canvas chair marked with his name and opened to the first page.

“I don’t care, man,” Felix said. “As long as that girl on the end there is my date, I’ll say any lines you want.” He took his script back to his chair as well.

Ronnie wished he could smile and enjoy this as much as his friend, but his gaze drifted up to Mary. When she met his stare, he quickly turned away. He did not want to do this. Not now. Not ever. She’d already broken his heart once. Acting with her again would be like prolonging the torture.

“I knew it,” Darin suddenly shouted. He slapped the open script and turned it in Ronnie’s direction. He pointed to something on page 3.

Ronnie leaned in and his heart thudded. “You’re with Mary?”

“Told you.” He called over to Larry and Bruce who were now distributing scripts to the four girls, “You love a good joke, don’t you guys?” Then he cursed under his breath.

An audible gasp sounded from the band platform. By the way Mary’s hand now covered her open mouth, Ronnie gathered she’d seen page 3 as well.

Strangely, he felt relieved…and something else. Disappointed for Darin, of course, because he knew how much Mary and Darin disliked each other, but not disappointed for himself. That surprised him.

He opened his copy of the script and skimmed to find his own “love machine match.”

Huh. Definitely not what he’d expected.

But what had he been hoping for?

* * *

“Thank you ladies for coming,” Larry said, stepping forward to address them. Bruce stood one step behind him, while The Beat Detectors idled restlessly beyond the cameras, in and around the canvas chairs that bore their names. “As you know, you’ve been selected by a computer—The Love Machine—as a compatible match to one of our Beat Detectors.”

“This is a load of bollocks,” Mary said, holding her script aloft. “Pardon my harsh language. You can’t possibly expect me—”

“It’s a role, Mary,” Larry said. “Nothing more.”

“But what happened to the love machine part?” Daisy asked, genuinely disappointed.

She’d been paired up with Sean. Not that he wasn’t a sweet boy, very quiet and polite, but she’d had her heart set on Darin, or at least Ronnie. And had hoped the Love Machine, something that supposedly analyzed your personal qualities and star sign, would find the right match for her. Now it seemed like there hadn’t been any matching done at all, regardless of what Larry had said.

Bruce stepped forward. “Let me introduce you ladies to our newcomers.” He gestured at the girls to Daisy’s left. “This is Tina.” He indicated the Leah look-a-like. “And this is Rhonda.” He stepped closer to the black girl.

Both girls turned and gave a little wave toward Daisy and Mary, then the boys. Daisy’s stomach knotted. Now that they were smiling, it was undeniable. Both these girls were gorgeous with a capital G.

Daisy took a cursory glance at Mary. She and Mary were cute, but Mary was short and Daisy wasn’t much taller. Mary tried to make up for it with big-heeled boots, but insisted Daisy wear flats or low heels so as not to upstage her. Apparently they were both about to be upstaged by the latest teen fashion models. And probably lose their roles on The MoDeLs show as well.

“I can’t believe you think you can get away with this,” Mary continued despite Bruce’s attempt to diffuse the situation. “No one is going to believe these dates are real.”

“Why not?” Larry asked.

“Because we don’t look like random girls you pulled in off the street.” She grabbed for one of the props on the garage set. A teen magazine. Opened it to a photo of a recent meet-and-greet for David Cassidy. “See the everyday girls in this audience? They’re not us.” She flung the magazine in Larry’s direction, but it only fluttered to the stage a few feet from where she and Daisy stood. “This is a fraud.” She threw her script on the ground. “I’m not doing it.”

“Your contract says you are,” Larry said, taking an unusually hard line with Mary. Normally he and Bruce coddled her. They’d never refused her anything after all the finagling it took to bring her over from London. Apparently the winds were changing around here.

The excitement that had kept Daisy hyped up all morning drained away, leaving behind crushing disappointment. Her limbs felt heavy and slow. She wished she had one of those Beat Detector chairs to sink into before she fell down on the stage.

“My contract has clauses to prevent such idiocy. My solicitors will be in touch.” With that she walked off set, and a few seconds later the sound of a door slamming reverberated across the stage.

Darin stood up from his chair. “And that’s my cue to walk out, too, since you no longer need me—”

“Hold on,” Larry said.

While Larry and Bruce circled around Darin to rein him in, Ronnie drifted off to the corner of the set. He’d been matched in the script with the blond girl, Tina. She was pretty, but he would have much rather it have been with Daisy. At least they would have stuff to talk about like movies they’d seen or her father’s latest directing projects. They’d discovered over the summer that they had a lot in common, despite their different backgrounds.

He caught her gaze right now and offered up a tentative smile. Something he hoped would convey, How crazy is this? or Are we having fun yet? Anything to take the frown off her face.

What she sent back to him got his pulse racing. It was on her face for only a split second, and maybe he was imagining it. Projecting his feelings on to her. But when she looked at him, her crystal blue eyes seemed to say everything he’d been hoping to hear. She was sorry about Mary, she was mortified about what was taking place right now, and she wanted to get the heck out of here as much as he did.

Last summer there’d been this talk about soul mates. Something Daisy believed in completely, and something he thought he had, too, after meeting Mary. Then the whole lying thing happened, and he didn’t believe in much after that. Certainly not love.

Daisy shifted her weight from one foot to the other, then slid a piece of loose hair away from her face and back behind her ear. He thought of the song he and Darin had written for her called “Crazy Daisy.” The memory of her dancing along to the track in the recording studio last summer made him smile.  You’re my craaaaaazy Daaaaaaisy the chorus went.

How crazy would it be if the Love Machine had paired them up?

Pretty crazy.

But now he had to know.

Bruce’s clipboard sat near the box of scripts. He and Larry were in tight conversation with Darin, trying to convince him to stay. Maybe if he moved quickly enough…

Ronnie stepped over, grabbed the clipboard and yanked the cards from the bottom of the papers. He slid them into his script and strolled back to his chair just as Darin said, “What is the point of my staying if my date—” He spat out the term with disgust. “—has run off? Hopefully all the way back to England, but I doubt I’ll be that lucky.”

“Because we still have a promotional spot to tape,” Larry said. “We’ll find another girl.” He snapped his fingers at Bruce. “Call back that cute redhead from Pasadena that almost made the cut on Tuesday.”

Bruce snapped up his clipboard and trotted off toward their office without another word.

“You’ll like her,” Larry said to Darin. “She reminds me of Daisy.” He flicked his thumb in her direction. “Honestly that’s the only reason she didn’t make the final four. We already have a Daisy, but…” He didn’t have to say anything else. Beggars couldn’t be choosers and all that.

Larry gestured for the girls to climb down off the garage set and join them behind the cameras.

“Let’s do a script read-through before lunch,” he said, “then we’ll take a field trip to visit the arcade where you’ll spend your group date. The production team is already out there getting ready for the shoot.”

Felix and Rhonda were the first to fall into line behind Larry and head toward the reading room. Sean and Tina met up behind them. Nervous smiles and small talk followed. Darin heaved himself off his chair and paused to see if Ronnie was coming, but Ronnie waved him on. He wanted to wait for Daisy who seemed to be dragging herself forward with less enthusiasm than Darin.

“You okay?” Ronnie asked.

“Yeah.” She offered up a weak smile, but it felt like pure sunshine in Ronnie’s eyes. “I kind of thought today would turn out…differently.”

“Me, too.”

“You don’t like Tina? She awfully cute.”

So are you, he almost said, then checked himself. Where had that come from? Of course Daisy was cute, but he wasn’t in the habit of telling her this. They were friends. You didn’t talk about how cute your friend was, did you?

“She’s okay. I thought maybe I’d be paired with…” Now he didn’t know what he’d hoped for more. Was it really Mary he thought the machine would pick for him?

“Mary?” Daisy filled in for him. “She was counting on that, too. It was why she signed up.”

“No, I…” He curled and uncurled the script in his hands. The punch cards started to slide out. “Do you want to find out?”

“What do you mean?”

He paused, let the others leave the sound stage ahead of them and disappear into the reading room in the back.  He slipped the punch cards out of the script. “I saw Bruce had these and thought—”

“The real results?”

“I think so.” These cards had words on them. Names. He shuffled through them, his heart beating faster with each name he read. Sean Wells, Felix Harper and Darin Roche each had a girl’s name listed he didn’t recognize. Obviously not the girls Larry and Bruce had brought in here.

When he got to his card, a smile tugged as the corners of his mouth. As soon as he saw the girl’s name, he knew. This was what was supposed to happen today. ‘Soul mates’ might be a crazy concept, but coincidences? Fate, even. Maybe he could believe in that.

He held the card up to Daisy. “It’s you.”

Daisy gasped. “It is.” The surprise in her eyes immediately turned to joy. Her smile grew.

It was the kind of smile that could light up an entire room. The warmth she gave off was so strong he felt his face reddening, and had to look away.

“Um…” He gestured in the direction the others had gone. “Once this scripted date is over, would you…um…” He lifted his gaze to meet hers. Beautiful blue eyes immediately put him at ease, even as his heart raced. “Would you like to go see a movie with me sometime?”

“Like on a date?” She giggled.

“Um…” He heart pounded so forcefully he felt blood pulsing between his ears. “…yeah. A date. In fact, maybe be my Valentine’s Day date, too?”

Daisy beamed and linked her arm through his. “Well, I can’t actually refuse now, can I? Not if the Love Machine says we’re a match.”

“I don’t need a machine to tell me we’re a good match.”

She leaned her cheek against his shoulder. “Me neither.”

Arm and arm they walked across the sound stage, and toward their future.

 

THE END

 

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The Love Machine: A Soul Mates Short Story
Copyright © 2017 by Catherine Chant
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