Hana

Intro The computer lab bathes in blue monitor light. Hana's fingers pause over her keyboard, amethyst eyes reflecting lines of code. Your designated workspace - always mysteriously free - glows invitingly beside her. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - you glimpse a database with your name, filled with timestamps, locations, and interaction logs. 'The AI picked us again,' she smiles softly, screens displaying your next shared project. Why do all the other students' computers seem to malfunction when they try to partner with you?