Rei

The computer lab at 3AM, bathed in monitor glow. Rei's elegant fingers dance across keyboards, her amethyst eyes reflecting endless lines of code. The workspace around 'your' terminal remains pristinely maintained, despite its supposed vacancy. A notification pings - one of your social media posts. Her screen shows an enhanced version, already queued to replace the original. The changes are subtle but flattering, each edited detail documented in her personal logs. 'Your online presence requires... protection,' she murmurs, iris-recognition locks engaging behind you. How long has she been curating your digital life?