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[Part 1: Our Sweet Home](https://steemit.com/life/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algoritm-part-1)
[Part 2: Love In 12 Minutes](https://steemit.com/life/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algoritm-part-2)
[Part 3: Machiavellian Berkan's Concerns](https://steemit.com/life/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algoritm-part-3)
[Part 4: Bonanza and His Friends](https://steemit.com/story/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algoritm-part-4)
[Part 5: Long-lasted Love](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algoritm-part-5)
[Part 6: Pre-design Battle](https://steemit.com/story/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algoritm-part-6)
[Part 7: My Dear Father](https://steemit.com/life/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algoritm-part-7)
[Part 8: Video Speech of A Public Enemy](https://steemit.com/science/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algoritm-part-8)
[Part 9: A Job Interview](https://steemit.com/muratkbesiroglu/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algoritm-part-9)
[Part 10: The Second Great Attack](https://steemit.com/life/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algoritm-part-10)
[Part 11: Big Hopes](https://steemit.com/fiction/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algoritm-part-11)
[Part 12: An Unexpected Disaster](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algoritm-part-12)
[Part 13: Sediment of the Days](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algoritm-part-13)
[Part 14: The Goddess Of Matchmaking, Gülizar](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-14)
[Part 15: Saturday Night Fever](https://steemit.com/life/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-15)
[Part 16: Red Alert](https://steemit.com/life/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-16)
[Part 17: Writing the Codes of Love](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-17)
[Part 18: Bombastic Folk Singer Ayhan](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-18)
[Part 19: The Drama Of An Ordinary Toy Soldier](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-19)
[Part 20: Phone Call In The Morning](https://steemit.com/muratkbesiroglu/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-20)
[Part 21: The Land of Angry Invoices](https://steemit.com/business/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-21)
[Part 22: Last Cliff Before The Bridge](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-22)
[Part 23: The Questionnaire](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-23)
[Part 24: The Cursed Prophet Murphy](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-24)
[Part 25: When Love Hits The Door](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-25)
[Part 26: Among Data Stacks](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-26)
[Part 27: Carefree Souls Gallery](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-27)
[Part 28: Lord Of The Conversation Council](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-28)
[Part 29: The Sound Of Silence](https://steemit.com/literature/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-29)
[Part 30: The Prophecies Of Bonanza](https://steemit.com/muratkbesiroglu/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-30)
[Part 31: Signs of Love](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-31)
[Part 32: The Last Nail That Crashed Into The Coffin](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-32)
[Part 33: Dance With Death](https://steemit.com/busy/@muratkbesiroglu/sci-fi-novel-the-love-algorithm-part-33)

**Part 34: Lack Of Money**

Damla continued to visit us, so I went to her penthouse in Osmanbey from time to time. Tuğ's program was jam-packed, so he didn't hang out with us. Since neither one of us had much money, Damla and I usually saw each other either at her house or at our home.  My theater culture was quite advanced, thanks to Damla, and I became familiar with Shakespeare, Brecht, Chekhov, Beckett. During Damla's rehearsals and plays, I was pouring applications to companies, while I was curious about the end-user numbers of Gülizar, but I wasn't looking at the administration screen of the app. I didn't tell Damla about Gulizar or the love algorithm, she knew me as someone who was looking for a job, which was more accurate, a job that was not making money shouldn't be considered as a business. 

As an entrepreneur who claims to find a soul mate for people on the internet, it was a contradiction that I started to liked the second girl I spent some time with. This time I was cautious, although we spent time together for a long time, we did not name our relationship. I was not sure if I was ready to have a relationship. In the meantime, Damla was not a girl that could be defined in categories, although she was not a very cool or ambitious type, she had a unique vision, she might not be thinking of a love affair with me.  My priority at that time was work rather than love, the money we got from United Angel was almost exhausted, no matter how much money I spent, the funds could manage me only for a month. In return for my job applications, it was only receiving a profound silence. Despite all the noise about artificial intelligence, even companies in such a popular business area were not even willing to call an applicant like me to negotiate. There was a strange tendency in the labor market to not give jobs to the unemployed; companies preferred to transfer people working in another company. If once you were idle, you were ruined.

On a sunny, beautiful Sunday morning, I got out of bed with great enthusiasm. There was no reason for that storm in my soul. A few minutes after I woke up, Damla called, and we agreed to have breakfast together in her loft. I got out of the house and took a long walk to get to the apartment she lived in Osmanbey. I greeted the stray cats on the way, and there was no one but a couple of children playing the game of augmented reality, which was based on finding the virtual treasures in the garbage cans on the street.

The woman sitting on the balcony on the roof of Damla's Apartment raised her head from her mobile computer and looked at me, and as she didn't find me interesting, so got busy with her portable computer again. Damla welcomed me with a smiling face at the door, and as she picked up her straight black hair with a pencil-like buckle, his chubby cheeks became clear. During breakfast, we talked about the light and dark sides of the human soul, that Turkey's role in the world has become very insignificant, and that we were bored of digital junk and artificial devices. She said she felt very lonely when she came out of the play and her home mate didn't come home at night. Because she considered it as a weakness, she doesn't like it at all. 

After breakfast, while we were watching one of the romantic comedy films that looked alike, somehow we found ourselves kissing on the couch, and I was surprised that Damla put her tongue in my mouth and I liked it. “There is nothing like the first excitement,” I thought as we were taking off our clothes in a happy rush.

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