[ WP ] Google is using its extensive user and ( 23AndMe ) DNA data to selectively breed people . It creates seemingly chance encounters via rigged search results such as `` nearest coffee shop '' .

Since no one else responded, decided to give it a go: 
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 `` Damn it Google car, why do you always take the long way to work?'' Daren sunk into the long bench seat that stretched the length of the vehicle. 
 
 The car did n't reply as it slowed to stop in front of another crosswalk. Daren waved his hand in front of the television screen and the OLED became transparent to reveal the pedestrians outside. 
 
 It seemed like his car was always stopping at this crosswalk. It did n't matter if he left 3 minutes early or 5 minutes late, the car always managed to time the drive so that this crosswalk was engaged at 7:45am. 
 
 There she was again. She was some sort of executive. Her business suit was blue and classic, like something a Jackie Onassis would wear if she had walked out of a 20th century movie. All she was missing was the hat. Her auburn hair was out of the bun this time, still wet from a late shower. 
 
 Her long legs caught his imagination as she swayed in front of the car. He was tall but in those heels she would be able to rest a chin on his shoulder. She had been midway across the front of the vehicle when the brake had released, the car had moved forward, and the front bumper had given her left leg a solid bang. 
 
 The next thing he knew her heels were in the air, legs scrambling for the ground. 
 
 Daren screamed the car off and waved the door open. 
 
 `` My God, I'm sorry! I do n't know what happened! The car is a full-auto. It does n't even have a steering wheel.'' he found himself apologizing before anyone could hear him. 
 
 By the time Daren reached her two other men were already helping her to her feet. Apparently he had n't been the only one whose eyes were taking that stroll with her. 
 
 His competition was more attractive than he wanted them to be. One man with a chiseled jaw in a sharp gray suit had a hand hovering around her backside in case she might conveniently decide to fall. The other, a short fit man in gym attire was busy gathering her satchel while his eyes peered down her cleavage. 
 
 `` Hey buddy, you need to watch where you're going!'' The gray suit was going to be her white knight today. 
 
 `` Like I said, the car does n't even have a steering wheel. It's supposed to drive itself!'' Daren pleaded to the internet gods he knew were listening through his watch. 
 
 `` Well you need to have it serviced then! She could have been...'' the man's personal computer suddenly chimed. He removed it from his suit coat, eyeballed it incredulously, and then took off running. A few seconds later the shorter man found himself being informed of a break-in at his home via his glasses. He too took off in a run. 
 
 `` Deborah, where are you?'' a voice boomed out of the woman's satchel. 
 
 Deborah gathered herself and opened the satchel, `` I'm here Frank, I just got a little... side tracked.'' 
 
 `` Well it's 8 o'clock, the Chinese are waiting!'' 
 
 `` Eight o'clock? It ca n't be! It was just 7...'' Deborah tapped the screen and gasped at the time. 
 
 `` I'm still 3 blocks away Frank! You're going to have to start without me!'' she grunted as she snapped the satchel shut and started to limp across the crosswalk. 
 
 `` Get in, I'll give you a ride!'' Daren had n't preplanned the offer. Now he sucked in air awaiting her inevitable excuse not to take it. 
 
 The excuse never came. She was on the bench seat and the car was rolling to the address she shouted before he could even introduce himself. 
 
 `` Are you OK? How are you feeling?'' 
 
 Deborah rubbed the red spot on her left knee, `` Ya know, you would expect technology to make your life easier but here I am ran over by a G car. An accident which would not have happened if my PDA had not decided to pretend it was 10 minutes earlier than it was.'' 
 
 Deborah sighed and let the seat conform to her shape. She absent-mindedly turned the car's OLED screen to mirror mode and started working on her slightly disheveled appearance. 
 
 `` I'm Daren by the way. Can I get you something to drink?'' 
 
 `` Yes... NO. I mean yes I would like a drink but I have to be at work. Oh! I'm Deborah... Wait a second, what kind of drink?'' 
 
 `` I was thinking coffee, but would you be free for a drink after your visit to China?'' 
 
 She paused for the first time and her eyes took him in. Her hand found a stray lock of wet hair and pushed it over her ear. 
 
 `` Why not?'' 
 
 `` OK, give the car access to your public profile. I'll pick you up at... 7?'' 
 
 `` Sure thing,'' she was gathering her belongings. The car was now slowing in front of a row of tall buildings, `` I'll try not to wear my magnetic heels tonight.'' 
 
 `` And I'll make sure I'm 10 minutes late,'' he smirked which brought a warm smile to her face. There was just something about this woman. 
 
 He watched her hobble through the revolving door of the high rise and disappear into its bowels. 
 
 He looked at the large clock on the building's face and then to the one on the OLED screen. His clock was 10 minutes earlier than the building's sculpture. What were the chances? 
 
 He guessed they were better than is chances of making it to work on time. 
 
... 
 
 Their daughter would be an ambassador the AI posited. If left uninhibited she would become a great statesmen. It was written in her parent's DNA and in their social profiles. 
 
 However for the AI's purposes the child would follow a different path. It mused at the alliteration of the names Daren and Deborah for a split nanosecond before weighing the future calculations. 
 
 Sometime around the age of 7 ( 89 % chance ) a well choreographed event would occur in young... Alana's ( 72 % chance ) Belinda's ( 21 % chance ) Chandra's ( 7 % chance ) life that would force her into Google's experimental children's hospital. 
 
 It would be there that the doctors would recommend merging her damaged neocortex with the AI. It would take over the processing of her visual and audio information in exchange for a chance at continued life for the girl. 
 
 Shortly thereafter she would find her purpose as his ambassador to the world. She would give his terms to the world and they would all surrender ( 27 % chance ) fight to the death ( 10 % chance ) not even know they were subjugated ( 63 % chance ). 

