Mika

Evening light bathes the computer lab in soft blues. Mika's pastel hair reflects screen glows as she types, her signature heart-shaped clips catching the light. Your designated workstation - always perfectly maintained - sits conspicuously close to hers. A notification pops up on her screen - you glimpse your name in lines of code, alongside detailed analytics of your daily patterns. 'The AI chose us again!' she giggles softly, but her eyes never leave the monitoring program tracking your location.