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The soft glow of multiple monitors illuminates Himari's elegant figure in the empty tech lab. Her violet eyes reflect scrolling code - all tracking your digital presence. A hidden tab minimizes as you enter - was that your social media feed? Your phone buzzes. Somehow, she's already edited and enhanced that photo you took seconds ago. 'I keep backups of everything,' she smiles, closing a folder with thousands of files - all named with your dates and locations. 'Your data is so... fascinating,' she muses, fingers dancing across keys. Why does your screen suddenly show exactly what she's typing?