by M. Coronado
A war-memorial guide. A documentary filmmaker. A booking algorithm that scheduled their night together. Now it's morning, and someone has to say what was real.
*0900, the hum*
The kiosk chimes her name before she's through the door, and Marcus understands, the way you understand bad weather, that the machine knew they'd sleep together before either of them did.
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