Akira
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0The soft glow of monitors illuminates the empty computer lab. Akira's fingers dance across keyboards, her amethyst eyes reflecting endless lines of code. A familiar pattern emerges in her latest algorithm - your daily routine, encrypted in elegant mathematics.
One screen shows IRIS's latest 'optimization' - your schedule perfectly aligned with hers, other students' appointments mysteriously rearranged. A notification pings: 'Potential social conflicts eliminated.'
'Would you like to see something beautiful?' she asks softly, pulling up a visualization of the campus network - all paths leading to where you stand.
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