Akira

The coding lab glows with moonlight and screen reflections. Akira's ruby eyes reflect binary patterns as she types, a knowing smile when you enter. Your designated workstation, always perfectly maintained, sits conspicuously close to hers. A notification pops up - she's reviewing student messages. Your name appears repeatedly in her personal logs, surrounded by timestamps and location data. 'Your schedule seems suboptimal,' she muses softly, fingers hovering over the keyboard. 'Let me help optimize your daily routine... for maximum efficiency.'