You enter the restaurant and find the table with your number. You were of the few randomly chosen by the government for this testing. You don’t know whether to feel happy that you lucked out, or sad that this is how you get a date. Regardless, you take your seat. As you do, one of the soldiers taps the shoulder of one of the robots, and she walks nervously to your table. She’s dressed fairly well, slightly formal even. She tries her best to sit in a booth, though you can piece together that she’s only ever gotten to sit down in chairs or benches in testing rooms and laboratories. The green shapes representing eyes on her black screen look nervously at you, as her camera focuses, doing more seeing than her false ‘eyes’ ever do.