I've been wearing the G100w for seven hundred and thirty days. My current score is 99.7%. According to the app - which remains a minimalist black-and-white void that I check more often than my oxygen levels - I am a masterpiece of social optimization that is still missing a few pixels.
Last week, I dropped to 99.5% because I had a public argument with a delivery drone that got stuck in my hedge. Apparently, the algorithm flagged my "hostility toward autonomous infrastructure" as a compatibility red flag. Welcome to the future of love: where your temper affects your "Readiness" telemetry.
The Hardware: Jewelry for the Dispossessed
The physical object is, admittedly, a triumph of industrial chic. It's a sealed cylinder of glass and titanium that feels heavy and significant against the sternum. There are no screws. No ports. No user-serviceable parts. It is the ultimate expression of unrepairable tech. If the internal battery dies, or if you manage to crack the glass in a subterranean maintenance tunnel, you don't fix it. You buy another $400 subscription and start your calibration from zero.
The cord is a woven metallic mesh that never seems to tarnish, though it has a habit of vibrating at 3 AM to remind you that your REM cycles are "sub-optimal for long-term partnership."
The Algorithm: The Proprietary God
We still don't know how it works. G100w Corp's "Deep-State Heuristics" are tucked behind more legal firewalls than the city's water-reclamation grid.
What we do know is that it's watching everything. It's not just your swipes; it's your Meat-Interface metrics. It monitors:
- Micro-tremors: Are your hands steady when you troubleshoot drone flight-paths?
- Cortisol Spikes: How do you react when the transit maglev is delayed by ten minutes?
- Thermal Leakage: It samples your sweat to determine if your "biochemical stress-response" is a match for someone else's "calm-state baseline."
It isn't looking for "The One." It's looking for Parity. It wants to pair you with someone whose data-footprint won't cause a system-crash in your joint household.
The Purgatory: Asymptotes and Stagnant Centuries
The G100w community is currently divided into two miserable camps:
The Asymptotes: People like me. We're stuck at 99.9%. We are the edge-cases. We've optimized our lives until we're practically saints, yet the algorithm keeps us in a state of perpetual "almost." It's the digital equivalent of a sneeze that never comes.
The Stagnant Century: The "Hundred-Percenters" who have been fully calibrated for years. They walk around with their devices in a state of silent readiness, waiting for the system to produce a mirror image that doesn't exist yet. They are the receivers for a frequency that hasn't been broadcast.
The Verdict: Is Parity Worth the Price?
The most frustrating part of the G100w experience isn't the wait - it's the Permission Errors. I've heard rumors of "handshakes" that failed because one person was inside a high-security kiosk and the other was on the street. The Walled Garden of corporate security is literally blocking the light.
But we keep wearing them. We keep paying the subscription. Why? Because in a city where everything is managed by a HUD and a drone, the G100w is the only thing that promises that the "Human in the Loop" actually matters.
"It's a beautiful, expensive way to be told you aren't ready for your own life yet."