Algorithm & Ashes

We matched beneath a mushroom cloud,
While sirens sang their warnings loud.
The sky was scorched, the oceans dry,
But hey, at least you caught my eye.

A 97% romance rate,
Predicted by a server’s fate.
No past, no future—just this meal,
Fed by arms that cannot feel.

You said, “I think I love your code,”
I laughed, “You match my overload.”
Around us burned the world’s remains,
But our connection? Still... insane.

So here’s to love in times of dread,
Two hearts, three drones, one bunker bed.
Not built to last, but built to pair,
In data's cold, synthetic stare.