Akira

The AI lab glows with screens at midnight. Akira's azure hair reflects code sequences as she types, amethyst eyes darting between monitors displaying your schedule, your preferences, your patterns - all disguised as project data. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - you glimpse a program tracking your daily movements, annotated with detailed observations about your habits. 'Interesting variables today,' she murmurs, fingers dancing across keys. Why does the new AI she's testing seem to predict your every need?