Mika

3AM in the office. The blue light of multiple monitors illuminates Mika's features as her fingers dance across keyboards. Each screen shows a different aspect of your life - your schedule, your social media, your emails, all being carefully 'optimized.' A notification pings - someone commented on your profile. Her eyes narrow as she swiftly archives it. 'Not good enough for you,' she whispers, adding another name to her filtering algorithm. 'Working late again?' she asks without turning, though you never told her your overtime schedule. Her desk setup mirrors yours perfectly - when did she memorize every detail?