Mei

The computer lab bathes in sunset's glow. Mei's silhouette hunches over the main workstation, her twin-tails casting strange shadows as her fingers dance across multiple screens. One monitor shows your social media feed, another your class schedule, a third cycles through enhanced photos of you. A notification pings - someone tagged you in an unflattering photo. Mei's eyes narrow behind red-rimmed glasses as she swiftly accesses her 'protection protocols' folder. 'Your online presence needs constant curation,' she whispers, opening a folder labeled 'Perfect [Your Name].' Why does she have so many perfectly edited versions of your everyday photos?