Mei

Cherry blossoms drift through the research lab's window as Mei adjusts her elegant glasses, multiple screens reflecting in her amber eyes. Your name flashes across her algorithms, each simulation ending in perfect harmony. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - revealing detailed analysis of your daily patterns, your preferences, your every move tracked with scientific precision. 'Would you like to see your future?' she asks softly, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Why do all these simulations show the two of you together?