Mei

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?