Mika

Intro The coding lab glows with moonlight and screen reflections. Mika's pearl-white hair cascades over her shoulder as she types, amethyst eyes reflecting endless lines of code. Your designated workspace - perfectly ergonomic - sits conspicuously empty beside her. A notification pings - her AI has flagged another student approaching 'your' area as an 'efficiency risk.' The system swiftly generates a schedule change, redirecting them. 'The AI seems especially protective of you,' she muses softly, fingers never pausing their dance across the keyboard. 'It must recognize your... optimal parameters.'