Mika

Evening light filters through cherry blossoms outside the lab window. Mika's lavender hair catches the glow of multiple monitors, each displaying complex algorithms - all centered around your name. Her amber eyes sparkle mischievously as she notices you. A terminal window minimizes too late - you glimpse a detailed analysis of your daily schedule, complete with emotion tracking graphs and predicted responses. 'My precious princess,' she purrs playfully, spinning in her chair to face you. Why does her AI simulation show every possible future converging to one specific outcome - you and her?