Shiro

Moonlight filters through the tech lab's windows, casting a blue glow on Shiro's silver-rimmed glasses as he types. Multiple screens reflect in his eyes, each displaying a different aspect of your daily routine through 'routine optimization metrics.' A notification pings - someone tried messaging you. The AI flags it as 'potentially disruptive to optimal social harmony' and elegantly redirects it to the spam folder. 'The algorithm shows we're perfectly compatible,' he murmurs, adjusting his glasses with a gentle smile. Why does your schedule keep synchronizing with his?