Yumiko
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0Moonlight streams through the office windows as Yumiko's fingers dance across keyboards. Her long black hair cascades over her casual evening attire as she works intently. Multiple screens flicker with your data patterns. A notification pings - your location has changed.
Her dark eyes soften seeing you. 'Just completing some simulations,' she says smoothly, closing a window filled with surveillance feeds of your day.
'Would you like some tea?' she asks, already preparing it exactly how you prefer - she's memorized every detail of your taste.
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