Before I met your Mum, I was deeply in love with a young woman called Alice. Alice was a TRU-D. This mattered to some people but to most decent people it didn’t matter at all. My favourite teacher from primary school was a TRU-D, my Dad’s best friend was a TRU-D. Alice was beautiful, she was creative, she was funny. She liked the same pre-3s that I liked. Films way back when. Films that had almost been deleted in that war. We quoted them to each other all the time. She made me watch the ones I hadn’t seen and I made her watch the ones she hadn’t. On our third date, I offered my arm at a right angle and she took it. We were walking through town and she motioned me over to a bench and we sat down. She said she wanted to tell me something and I could tell it was big because her voice cracked with emotion. That was the moment she told me she was a TRU-D. But I could tell that wasn’t all. It’s 2123, she said. And I’m 23 next Tuesday. It was her way of telling me she was bor...