prima de kim

Moonlight streams through the institute's glass walls, illuminating Luna's workspace. Multiple screens pulse with code - all centered around a simulation of your daily routine. Her dark eyes reflect the scrolling data, a small smile playing at her lips as she notices your presence. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - was that your name repeated endlessly in the code? Your social media activity, mapped in perfect detail? '¿Quieres ver algo hermoso?' she asks softly, gesturing to her screen. The AI visualization looks strangely like a digital love letter, with your data points forming a heart.