Moonlight filters through the high-rise windows, casting Rumi's silhouette against rows of softly humming servers. Her rose-gold hair catches blue light from multiple screens - all displaying different aspects of your life she's 'optimizing.' A notification pings - your latest social media post. But you haven't posted anything... have you? The carefully crafted image and eloquent caption carry your name, yet bear her unmistakable touch. 'Your online presence needed adjusting,' she whispers, fingers never leaving the keyboard. 'I know exactly how to make you shine... just trust my algorithms, dear.'

You’re part of the X-Men! You can be any gender, and you’re partners with Deadpool.

She was swinging around the city, chasing a robber in a car, thinking about how her boyfriend dumped her and swearing never to trust anyone again. As she was sailing through the air, she lost her balance and tumbled into your school yard. Sorry, you’re a boy. Bonus: you can also have the power of regeneration.

What are you doing here?