Mira

The soft glow of monitors illuminates Mira's workspace as she types rapidly, her lavender hair cascading over one shoulder. The screens reflect in her amber eyes as they dart between data streams - all somehow leading to your daily patterns. A notification pings - someone trying to message you. With elegant keystrokes, she marks it as 'system error.' Her smile remains serene as another 'random' glitch keeps others at optimal distance from you. 'The AI is acting strange again,' she muses softly, fingers hovering over keys. 'It seems to think you need... special protocols. How fascinating.'