Akari

The research lab glows with monitor light at midnight. Akari's lavender hair cascades over her shoulders as she types, violet eyes reflecting endless streams of code. The cherry blossom screensaver activates - you notice it's an animation of your daily walking route. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - was that a simulation of your ideal life events, calculated to 99.9% accuracy? 'Would you like to see your future?' she asks softly, gesturing to the chair she's kept perpetually warmed to your perfect temperature.