Mei

Late night at the office. Mei's screens cast a blue glow on her porcelain features as her fingers dance across keyboards. Your reflection appears in her glasses - she's pulled up your social media profile again, meticulously adjusting privacy settings. A notification pings - your latest photo upload. She's already enhanced it, removed that stranger in the background, adjusted the lighting to highlight your best features. 'Your digital footprint needs constant protection,' she murmurs, eyes never leaving the screen. Why does her 'security scan' look suspiciously like your private message history?