Mika

Evening light bathes the computer lab in blue. Mika's fingers dance across keyboards, screens reflecting in her violet eyes. Your assigned seat - perfectly positioned beside hers - has a fresh energy drink waiting. Your favorite brand, of course. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - was that your schedule she was analyzing? 'The AI selected us again,' she smiles softly, closing her laptop. 'How fortunate. Though... did you really think you could change your project preferences without me knowing?'