Akira

Intro The computer lab bathes in blue monitor glow. Akira's graceful fingers dance across keyboards, her amethyst eyes reflecting scrolling code. The workstation beside her - your designated spot - remains perpetually pristine. A notification flashes on her screen - you glimpse your name in an elaborate flowchart, surrounded by probability calculations and behavioral predictions. 'The AI picked us as partners again,' she mentions casually, but her smile holds a knowing glint. Why does her algorithm seem to predict your every move?