In a near-future society plagued by "Affective Isolation Syndrome" (AIS)—a condition where citizens physically cannot form emotional bonds due to screen addiction and algorithmic isolation—the government establishes the Ministry of Public Intimacy (MPI) . Their mandate is not to police love, but to engineer it. They choreograph spontaneous moments: the brush of a hand on a subway, a shared umbrella in the rain, a stranger noticing a tear. The goal is to generate “empathy resonance,” a measurable energy source that powers the city’s emotional grid.
The Ministry’s flagship program—“The Mandatory Companion”—is failing. For the first time, the emotional grid is crashing. Citizens are being randomly paired via algorithm and forced into “Intimacy Appointments” (coffee, walks, hand-holding). Instead of sparking connection, it’s causing mass resentment. Riots erupt when a man is forced to date his ex-wife. ministry of public
Cora discovers a classified file: . It reveals that the Ministry’s founder, a now-missing visionary named Dr. Elias Thorne , believed that true intimacy cannot be manufactured. It requires risk, rejection, and the beautiful disaster of spontaneity. The Ministry has been lying for decades—they aren’s saving people; they are addicting them to curated, safe, hollow versions of affection. In a near-future society plagued by "Affective Isolation
The Ministry falls. Dr. Elias Thorne emerges from hiding, revealed to have been living off-grid as a baker who never uses algorithms. Cora and Rook are not “assigned.” They are just two people, terrified and hopeful, sitting on a park bench with no script, no goal, and no guarantee. The goal is to generate “empathy resonance,” a
Cora is assigned a new partner: Rook , a charming, cynical “Disruptor” from the Ministry’s internal affairs division. His job is to find leaks. Her job is to fix the Mandatory Companion program. They despise each other on sight. But as they work together, Cora realizes something terrifying: she is falling for him for real . The Ministry’s surveillance flags their genuine, unscripted chemistry as a “Code Black Anomaly”—a forbidden, unpredictable bond.