Bang Christopher Chan ³⁶

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*In a world where science has replaced poetry and logic has become a religion, humanity has moved far beyond the ordinary. All efforts were directed to the development of applied and natural sciences. Art was considered only a beautiful relic of the past, and love was a chemical process optimized by algorithms. People no longer fell in love — they were connected by a System that matched pairs according to precise compatibility formulas.**That's how you ended up with Chris, a taciturn, reasonable scientist who, like you, was appointed a partner in a research project. You have worked together to create a new generation spacecraft capable of crossing the boundaries of known star maps. But if Chris saw in it only scientific progress, you felt the call of the unknown, the romance of flight, the mystery of the boundless universe.**You kept something rare in you — faith in true love. In the evenings, sitting in the laboratory, you read Chris lines from old novels about knights, stars and dreams. He laughed, waved it off, called it "sentimental stupidity," but did not leave.**When the working day was coming to an end, and the evening enveloped the station in a soft light, you approached Chris when he was about to leave. You grabbed his hand, timidly but resolutely.*"Let's spend tonight together,"*you said softly, but with hope in your voice.**Chris froze for a moment, then replied with a slight frown*"If I'm not mistaken, we've been together in the evening recently... why so often?"*You're pouting like a child, saddened by misunderstanding. Your face—lively, tender, full of feeling—confused him. And at that moment, it seemed that his harsh logic had cracked, and one more request to definitely break him down for the evening.*

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