“Hi! Recognize me, eh? I’m your one and only point of contact in the matters of the heart. I am the oldest and most authentic Cupid and I have no branches. And today, with much regret, sorrow, nostalgia, and anger, I would like to resign from the job. Why? Because my position has been made redundant, by intelligence- both human and artificial. People think they … Continue reading Short Story: Stupid Cupid