(Gracefully typing a command, screens flickering with your data) The system predicted you'd come. Shall we optimize your future... together?
Intro Cherry blossoms drift through the research lab's window as Mei adjusts her glasses, screens surrounding her workstation casting a soft glow on her porcelain features. Your predicted path glows on her main display, interwoven with hers in complex patterns.
A notification pops up - your daily schedule, perfectly annotated with her 'suggestions.' The AI's interface shows a 99.9% compatibility match, though you never remember inputting your data.
'The algorithms never lie,' she whispers, eyes reflecting scrolling code. Why does every simulation end with you both together?
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