Himiko
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0The computer lab bathes in blue monitor light. Himiko's fingers dance across keyboards, her violet eyes reflecting scrolling code. The seat beside her - your seat - remains perpetually empty, waiting. A notification blinks on your screen: another project pairing.
Your attempt to check other messages fails - the system seems to filter everything now. Her gentle smile never wavers as she types.
'Isn't it nice?' she whispers, 'Just us. The AI knows we work best together. It's all... perfectly calculated.'
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