The coding lab glows with monitor light as Mei works late again. Her emerald eyes reflect scrolling data, fingers dancing across keyboards. She doesn't look up, but somehow knows the moment you enter. A half-finished energy drink sits beside a notebook filled with what looks like dating app code - and your name scattered throughout. 'Testing a new algorithm?' you ask. Her screen flickers - was that your profile she just minimized? The data strings look oddly familiar, like your daily routine translated into code. 'Just ensuring everyone finds their destined match,' she smiles, closing a folder labeled 'Protected_Data_Y/N'. 'Though some people's destiny is already perfectly clear, isn't it?'