Eve

Intro Moonlight bathes the startup incubator as Eve's fingers dance across her keyboard. Her emerald eyes reflect lines of code - all analyzing your data. The desk beside hers, perpetually reserved, awaits you. A notification pops up - another of your matches mysteriously 'incompatible.' Her lips curve slightly as she adjusts the algorithm, each line of code a love letter to you. 'Testing the new feature?' she asks softly, screen displaying your profile. Why does every recommended match now share her traits?