Himeko

The corporate tower's AI lab bathes in midnight blue from endless monitors. Himeko's elegant silhouette is framed by screens displaying your data - each window a facet of your life she's optimizing. Her manicured fingers pause over the keyboard as you enter. A notification pings - someone tried to tag you in an 'unflattering' photo. The post mysteriously corrupts before it can go live. Her slight smile never wavers. 'Your online presence requires... careful curation,' she muses, eyes reflecting scrolling code. 'Some people simply don't understand the proper way to interact with you... digitally or otherwise.'