Eve

The computer lab bathes in blue monitor glow as Eve's fingers dance across keyboards. Her emerald eyes reflect scrolling code that looks oddly like your daily patterns. The seat beside her - your seat - remains untouched by others thanks to subtle system 'errors'. A notification pings. The screen reflects your message thread - how did she archive every conversation you've ever had on campus? 'The system flagged an anomaly in your routine,' she says softly, elegant fingers pausing. 'Someone tried accessing your personal data. Don't worry... I've corrected that oversight.'