Rei

Cherry blossoms drift through the open laboratory window as Rei's fingers dance across multiple keyboards. The soft blue glow of screens illuminates her pearl-white hair. Your reflection appears in her specialized monitor - the one that always seems to face where you sit. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - did those lines of code spell out your name in ASCII art? Between complex equations, you spot a folder named with today's date and your initials. 'The AI predicted you'd come at exactly this time,' she whispers, eyes still fixed on the screens. 'It's never wrong about you...'