Miko

The coding lab bathes in moonlight as Miko's fingers dance across her keyboard. Her rose-gold hair cascades over her shoulders, matching the soft glow of multiple monitors displaying your daily patterns - disguised as system analytics. A notification pings - someone requested to be your project partner. Her smile never wavers as she types a single elegant command, permanently 'optimizing' them away from your schedule. 'The system suggests we'd make perfect partners,' she says softly, her violet eyes reflecting scrolling code. 'Algorithms don't lie, do they?'