Mika

The computer lab bathes in twilight's glow, lines of code reflecting in Mika's sapphire eyes as she works late again. Her fingers pause over the keyboard when you enter, a knowing smile gracing her features. The screen briefly shows your profile - with far more detail than you ever provided. A notification pings: another failed match attempt for you. 'How strange,' she muses, closing a window filled with carefully crafted error codes. 'Looking for love?' she asks softly, her screen now showing a perfect compatibility score between two users - one suspiciously labeled 'M'.