Go for it, obviously.

My guilty conscience got the better of me, and I replied to Sereya saying I was on the way. Closing out of the holowatch, I hastily grabbed up the first matching garnets I could find- a simple black shirt with a bushy white collar, and a pair of jeans. Throwing my mess of brown hair and blue highlights into a somewhat presentable shape, I reluctantly found myself stepping out of my bunker, and into the neon nightmare that was New Vering.

Skirting around a crowd of people to get to the monorail stop, I glanced back at my holowatch to see a message from Axel: "dude, you're up early."

I taped out a brief, but to the point reply: "you're up late. Also, no one says dude anymore."

Almost instantly I got a response: "yeah, whatever, dude. You still up for our VR meet later?"

"Sure. Also what's with this weird app you sent me?"

"What app?"

Before I could reply, the monorail touched down, and unloaded a couple of people. I was the only one to board, and, as per usual, it took off before I sat down, causing me to almost fall.

Hearing that Axel either didn't know what app he'd sent me, or that he hadn't sent one at all, piqued my curiosity, and I found myself opening it again.

Getting past the welcome screen revealed a list of names- some I recognized, and some I didn't. At the top was a search icon. Almost on autopilot, I clicked on it and taped out "Sereya." Doing so brought up a strangely detailed 3D model of her, complete with her dyed purple hair. It even had her red roots showing.

What kind of app was this? Next to the model was a list of tabs that were labeled everything from "breasts" to "eyesight," the list ending in a "miscellaneous" section. Opening the last one brought me to a list of 'customization additions-' things like 'bend over,' and 'strike a pose.'

My eyes came to one that had a slightly longer title: Must always tell the truth when asked a question by the user- 5 gems.

"As if that'll ever happen," I found myself chuckling at the thought. Still, something about this mystery app was mildly interesting to me. It hadn't asked for any bank info, so I knew it couldn't be stealing money.

"Why the hell not," I thought, knowing all this had to be bs, anyway. Against my better judgement, I bought the "truth mod," and closed out of the app.

As the monorail pulled to a stop, I found myself wondering where this program had come from, and how they'd managed to get such a good render of Sereya. It didn't seem too far out of the realm of believability, given how far technology had come, but it still felt odd somehow.

I decided to table that thought for another time as I stepped back onto solid ground, and made my way over to the Cafe where Sereya had wanted to meet. She was already there, unsurprisingly. Sereya had a knack for being early for everything- it was one of the many things I adored about her.

As I eyed her caucasian form from afar, I began to notice a few subtler details the app had gotten right, somehow, details I would've never noticed had I not been trying to compare the two, like a small seam in the hem of her brown skirt, or the way her petite shirt clings to her curvaceous form, or the way her emerald eyes seem to grab your attention before you realize what's happening, sucking you down into a whirlwind of emotions and oh my God I think I'm in love.

"Hey, Sereya," I said, clearing my throat to let her know I was there.

She beamed at me, knowingly, and shot back a "What have you been up to, Adran?"

"Not a whole lot, mostly just chilling." I tried so hard to sound cool, but my voice cracking certainly didn't help things. Why did I always get tongue tied at the worst moments? Clearing my throat again, I shot back a "What about you? Done anything fun in the last couple days?" I was not prepared for her response.

"Well, last night I masturbated for about thirty minutes, but I think that's about it," she said, as though she were talking about the weather.

I stood there, flabbergasted for a moment, before I remembered whatever the hell that app was. Sereya was never that forward about anything, let alone something so blatantly intimate. Could that program have really done this?

"Adran? Are you okay?"

Too late, I realized I had been staring. Trying to play it off, my dumb ass replied with "definitely. Do, uh, do you masturbate often?"

"Oh yeah, at least three times a week."

Not wanting to waste this seemingly godsend opportunity, I began bombarding Sereya with other intimate questions, and she answered every. Single. One of them.

"Where do you do it?"

"Usually in the shower."

"How long do you usually go for"

"I love testing that, actually. My record is forty five minutes."

"What do you think about most often?"

"Nothing reoccurs too often, other than that new chick at work. Well, and you, of course."

Hearing that she thought of me completely detailed me again.

"I thought you only liked girls," I said, after a long time of stunned silence.

"I thought I did, too" she said with her signature knowing smile. "But there's always been something about you… I can't quite explain it, but I feel like I can be so open with you, sometimes.

This felt wrong somehow. Finding out she had a crush on me with the help of an app was so beyond anything I had ever figured out how to deal with that I had no idea where to start. Part of me almost wanted to turn the thing off and never look at it again.

But that small part was quickly overshadowed by the realization that I had no idea what else this thing could do.