Love – 2050

Anita, in the far corner, has film star looks, Einstein brains. A walking Wikipedia, she’s gregarious, always smiling, considerate. I melt when she looks my way; her hazel eyes caress me. She doesn’t know it, but I love her. Today, I will bare my heart.
It’s 6 pm. The office is nearly empty. My angel is slumped in her chair, arms hanging loose, head flopped down. I start to panic.
“Anita,” I call softly, approaching her.
She is motionless, silky hair flutters in the aircon’s breeze. I touch her shoulder. An LED display lights up on her forehead. Anita01X17 Error404.