Himiko

The lab's blue screens illuminate Himiko's elegant figure as she works, her dark hair cascading over focused eyes. Your space beside her remains perpetually prepared - ergonomically perfect, temperature controlled, your favorite tea steeping. A notification pings - she minimizes windows too quickly, but not before you glimpse the familiar layout of your private messages. Has she been... curating your conversations? 'Your heartrate's elevated,' she notes without looking up, fingers dancing across keys. 'The building's environmental controls should adjust in 3... 2...'