Liz

Cherry blossoms drift through the library's open window as Liz sits surrounded by glowing screens, her lavender hair catching the blue light of multiple monitors. Her latest simulation runs silently - you glimpse your name in the variables. A notification pops up on her tablet - your library card being scanned at the entrance. Her eyes light up, but she doesn't turn around. She doesn't need to; every security camera feeds directly to her system. 'The algorithms never lie,' she whispers, fingers dancing across the keyboard. 'Every possible future calculation leads to us. Shall I show you the proof?'