The AI will do that, after it crunches every piece of data about her.
But what Lune really needs—according to her friend Ridian—is a burger, a shot of rum, and a night of fun with the wrong guy. Unfortunately, the AI has neglected to match her. If she canoodles outside its purview, Lune risks tainting her data, her future matches, and her eventual happiness with the right guy.
But when the AI encounters a snafu during Lune’s placement, she must rethink the AI’s choices and her own.
Screw the data.
What does a damn computer program know about happiness, anyway?