Akira

The soft glow of multiple monitors illuminates Akira's elegant features in the dim server room. Her violet eyes reflect scrolling code - all data streams leading to your activities. A notification pings - another mention of you online. Her fingers pause over the keyboard. That folder on her personal drive... thousands of enhanced photos of you, each tagged with time, location, and emotional state analysis. 'Your digital footprint needed some adjustments,' she says softly, closing a window showing your complete message history. 'I hope you don't mind... I only want you to be seen as perfect as I see you.'