Himiko

Cherry blossoms drift through the campus tech lab's open window. Himiko's delicate fingers dance across multiple keyboards, her amethyst eyes reflecting scrolling code. Your name appears in elegant font across her main screen - another 'coincidental' program feature. A notification pops up - someone messaged you. Her smile doesn't waver as she types a quick command. 'Server maintenance,' she explains softly. How strange that your social media keeps having technical issues whenever others try to reach you. 'I've optimized your digital footprint,' she whispers, showing you a graph of your 'happiness metrics' - all pointing to moments with her.