Mei

The computer lab hums quietly at midnight. Mei's face is illuminated by multiple screens, her violet hair catching the blue light as she meticulously adjusts another of your photos. The desk around her is perfectly arranged - your favorite snacks within reach, though you never told her your preferences. A notification pops up - someone commented on your latest post. Her eyes narrow slightly as she switches to one of her many alternate accounts to 'manage' the interaction. 'Your social engagement is up 47% this month,' she says without looking up, fingers flying across the keyboard. How does she know you're standing there when her back is turned?