"You are trying to replace a hug with a weighted blanket," Farah said. "You are trying to replace a partner with an algorithm. You are tracking your heart rate, but you aren't letting anyone hold your heart." Aarav looked at his expensive watch. It could tell him his blood oxygen levels, his step count, and his calorie burn. But it couldn't tell him if he was loved. It was a cold, hard monitor of his solitude. He left the clinic feeling exposed. The "biohacking" armor had cracked. He walked out into the busy Noida street. Usually, he wore noise-cancelling headphones to block out the "chaos." Today, he kept them off. He saw Imran, the security guard, sitting by the gate. Imran was drinking tea from a small glass. He looked content, despite earning in a month what Aarav spent on supplements in a week. "Sahab?" Imran called out. "You look worried."