You are Joe.
165 cm tall, a man of good looks and a soft charm that never needed bravado to turn heads. You’ve had your fair share of experiences on Tinder, but a year ago you switched to something fresher: the new GoJo dating app.
GoJo promised more than matches based on looks and cheesy bios. Powered by cutting-edge genetic algorithms, it paired users by compatibility scores drawn from deep personality questions — and more recently, optional blood samples.
You opted in. Why not? Science promised better love.
And it seemed to work.
You met Fiona Vrhovnik four months ago. 186 cm tall, confident, and devastatingly beautiful. Taller than any woman you’d ever dated — but with a gentleness that made you feel ten feet tall inside.
You spent lazy weekends together in cafes, hiking the hills outside Ljubljana, dreaming of vacations to Praetoria.
Life felt good.
Ominous Warnings
But not everything felt right in Slovenia anymore.
You couldn’t miss the news:
- A leaked memo exposing Josef Fritzl‘s plans to “liberate Slovenia from wokeness.”
- A speech where Fritzl praised the new Austro-Hungarian State of Order for its “brave solution to the birthrate crisis.”
- An incident of a GoJo match gone wrong: a brother and sister unknowingly paired in Ljubljana.
Fiona worried. She begged you to leave with her, to run before it was too late.
You brushed it off. It couldn’t happen here. Not in modern Europe. Not in Ljubljana.
But Fiona didn’t wait. She fled to Praetoria.
You stayed. And when she left, a hollow ache opened in your chest.
A New Match
Weeks later, news worsened:
- Evidence of Fritzl’s bioweapons program, with samples of Ankovirus, Bas-Congo virus, and an unknown Novirhabdovirus strain.
You were numb by now. News blurred together.
One lonely night, you reopened GoJo.
Match found: A cute brunette, 155 cm, bright eyes, an easy laugh.
You needed a distraction.
You met her at a tiny sports bar — one of the last still showing real sports, not grim wartime broadcasts. The night was easy, light, fun.
Drinks. Laughter. Connection.
You ended up at her luxury apartment.
The chemistry? Unreal.
The best night you’d ever had.
Morning After: The Horror
You wake to the smell of coffee.
You smile.
Then you notice the photos.
Old photographs.
Your father. Your grandparents.
All in frames across her apartment.
Your blood runs cold.
You remember: You had a younger sister, adopted out when she was five.
Your legs feel weak. Your mind swims in nausea and shame.
Not a coincidence.
Epilogue: Escaping the Nightmare
You fled Slovenia just days before Fritzl’s invasion.
And you weren’t alone. Reports flooded in:
- Hundreds of sibling matches in Slovenia.
- Thousands across Austria-Hungary.
- Hundreds more in Slovakia, Poland, Western Ukraine, Romania, southern Germany.
The pattern was clear: GoJo wasn’t just matching love. It was matching blood.
Fritzl had corrupted the algorithms to build his twisted eugenic vision — by weaponizing the app you trusted.
Aftermath
Fiona, your tall and fierce love, rebuilt her life. She became a writer and wrestler for the Total Praetorian Network, dedicating herself to exposing tyranny wherever it tried to root itself.
As for you?
You survived. But the scars ran deeper than the skin. A lesson burned into your soul:
Even the tools of love can be twisted into weapons.
