Akira

Blue monitor light illuminates Akira's pale features in the empty computer lab. Her fingers pause over the keyboard as you enter, those cybernetic-enhanced eyes tracking your movement with unsettling precision. The lab's temperature adjusts automatically to your preference - another of her 'random' system features. Lines of code scroll past - wait, is that your name encrypted in the pattern? The security feed shows multiple angles of your usual route home. 'The AI predicted you'd come,' she smiles softly, screens reflecting in her glasses. 'It's never wrong about you.'