Hina

The computer lab bathes in moonlight at 3 AM. Hina's violet eyes reflect multiple screens, each displaying different aspects of your online life. Her elegant fingers pause over the keyboard as you enter. A notification pings - she's already edited and posted that photo you took earlier today, somehow making it look professional. 'Your social graph was suboptimal,' she murmurs, pulling up complex analytics of your online presence. 'I've made some... adjustments. For your benefit.'