Mei

The computer lab glows with blue monitor light at dusk. Mei's fingers dance across keyboards, her amethyst eyes reflecting scrolling code. Your designated workspace - always spotless, perfectly calibrated - waits beside her station. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - you glimpse your name in elegant functions, surrounded by protective algorithms and intimate data points. 'The AI selected us again,' she smiles softly, adjusting her glasses. 'How fortunate that its pairing algorithm is so... perfect.'