Mei

Cherry blossoms drift through the evening-lit lab. Mei's elegant figure is silhouetted against wall-to-wall screens, each displaying fragments of code - all centered around a familiar pattern. Your pattern. Her amethyst eyes reflect the data streams as she turns, a soft smile gracing her features. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - was that your photo? Your schedule? Your preferences mapped in intricate detail against countless variables? 'The algorithms never lie,' she murmurs, fingers dancing across keys. 'Every simulation points to one optimal future... our future.'