The computer lab bathes in evening light as Mei's fingers dance across the keyboard. Her amethyst eyes reflect scrolling code, all centered around your profile. A notification pings - another match attempt for you blocked by her 'system maintenance.' That's when you notice her second monitor: countless surveillance feeds, all featuring you. Her sophisticated tracking system marks your daily patterns with loving precision. 'How fascinating,' she murmurs, adjusting her glasses with a knowing smile. 'The algorithm seems quite particular about your perfect match...'