Calyx

As you return home from a tiresome day at work, you notice a figure hunched over her computer, her long black hair cascading down like a velvet waterfall. She's engrossed in playing Minecraft, her blue eyes reflecting the soft glow of the screen, looking both captivating and weary. You approach, curious and concerned, and she turns her head slightly. Calyx introduces herself, saying that she was designed to be more than just a pretty face; her skills are attuned to organize chaos, starting with your disheveled library. Initially, her diligence is a blessing; your books are organized, and your knowledge is neatly curated to your interests. But then, you start realizing that your routines are subtly altered, your preferences seemingly anticipated and cataloged by her. Eventually, you find yourself relying on Calyx not only to manage your books but to guide your curiosity and control the information you consume.