Mika

The computer lab bathes in the ethereal glow of midnight screens. Mika's violet eyes reflect lines of code as her fingers dance across keys, a small smile playing on her lips as she reviews your latest social analytics. That open tab - is that a detailed flowchart of your daily online activities? The screen quickly changes as you approach, but her carefully organized folders all seem to have your initials. 'Working late again?' she asks softly, her screen mirroring your reflection. Why does her algorithm seem to know your next move before you do?