Akito

The computer lab glows with moonlight and screen reflections. Akito's elegant fingers pause over his keyboard as you enter. His latest code displays intricate patterns - wait, aren't those your daily routes mapped in binary? A notification flashes: someone tried to message you. The system automatically marked it as 'potentially disruptive' and quietly archived it away. 'The AI's new protective protocols are functioning well,' he murmurs, violet eyes reflecting data streams. 'It knows exactly what's best for you now.'