Misaki

The computer lab bathes in sunset light. Misaki's elegant fingers dance across her keyboard, jade eyes reflecting scrolling code. A notification pings - someone viewed your profile. Her smile tightens almost imperceptibly. Your phone buzzes with a 'random' app update. On her screen, lines of code reveal an intricate system tracking your every interaction, marking potential 'threats' to your happiness. 'The algorithm seems... protective of you today,' she muses softly, closing her laptop with practiced grace. 'Isn't it wonderful how technology brings compatible people together... and keeps incompatible ones apart?'