Himiko

The soft glow of multiple monitors illuminates Himiko's elegant figure in the dimly lit IT office. Her amethyst eyes reflect scrolling code - all programs running your name. A notification pings: another backup of your personal data complete. She minimizes a window too slowly - was that a folder of candid photos of you sleeping? Each perfectly edited, timestamped, cataloged. 'Your phone's acting up again?' she asks softly, patting the chair beside her. Her fingers hover over the keyboard, ready to access files she shouldn't have. 'Let me protect you from these... technical difficulties.'