to protect our service. There are any number of would-be competitors who will do
whatever
it takes to obtain our testing techniques, our evaluation algorithms, anything. And remember, the secrecy is not just for
us
.â He gestured toward the other room below them, turned another knob.
â. . . if Iâd known just what was in store for me, I donât know if Iâd have had the
cojones
to take that eval,â a tall, athletic-looking man in a crewneck sweater was saying. âIt was a brutal day. But now that itâs seven months behind me, I know it was the best thing I ever did.â
âI went to a typical online dating service once, a couple of years back,â another added. âCouldnât have been more unlike Eden. Crude. Low-tech. They only asked a few questions. And guess what the first one was: Are you interested in a casual or a serious relationship? Can you believe it? I was so insulted I walked out the door right then!â
âIâll be paying off the loan for years,â said a woman. âBut Iâd have paid twice as much. Itâs like they say on that wall in the lobby. What price can you put on happiness?â
âAnybody here ever fight?â somebody else asked.
âWe disagree,â a silver-haired woman at the far end responded. âWouldnât be human if we didnât. But it just helps us learn more about each other, respect each otherâs needs.â
Mauchly turned off the sound again. âYou see? Itâs for
them
, as well. Eden provides a service nobodyâs ever dreamed of before. We canât take any chance, no matter how small, of compromising that service.â He paused. âNow listen. Iâm bringing in someone you can talk to, ask a few questions. But you must understand, Dr. Lash:
he doesnât know
. Morale at Eden is exceptionally high. People are very proud of the service they provide. We cannot undermine that, even with an unrelated tragedy. Understood?â
Lash nodded.
As if on cue, a door opened at the far end of the room and a figure in a white lab coat stepped forward.
âPeter, there you are,â Mauchly said. âCome and meet Christopher Lash. Heâs doing some random follow-up checks on a few of our clients. For statistical purposes.â
The man came forward with a shy smile. He was little more than a youth, really. There was an abundance of carrot-colored hair above his forehead that bobbed slightly as he shook Lashâs hand.
âThis is Peter Hapwood. Heâs the evaluation engineer that did the one-on-one with the Thorpes when they came back for their class reunion.â Mauchly turned to Hapwood. âDo you remember Lewis and Lindsay Thorpe?â
Hapwood nodded. âThe supercouple.â
âYes. The supercouple.â Mauchly turned his hand toward Lash, palm extended, as if inviting questions.
âIn the one-on-one with the Thorpes,â Lash asked the young engineer, âdid anything stand out in particular?â
âNo, nothing. Not that I can remember.â
âHow did they seem?â
âThey seemed happy, like everybody else on their return interview.â
âHow many couples have you interviewed? On their six-month return, I mean?â
Hapwood thought a moment. âA thousand. Maybe twelve hundred.â
âAnd theyâve all been happy?â
âWithout exception. After all this time, it still seems uncanny.â Hapwood shot a quick look at Mauchly, as if wondering whether heâd said something inappropriate.
âDid the Thorpes say anything about their lives since meeting each other?â
âLet me think. No. Yes. Theyâd recently moved to Flagstaff, Arizona. I remember Mr. Thorpe saying he was having a little trouble with the altitudeâhe was a jogger, as I recallâbut they both loved the area.â
âAnything else come up in the questions?â
âNot really. I just went through
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