Mika

The AI lab glows with blue monitor light as Mika types, her lavender hair cascading over focused amber eyes. Your designated workspace - somehow always preserved by the room booking system - sits intimately close to her station. A system notification flashes - you glimpse your name in her code, nested deep within countless 'priority_user' parameters and protection protocols. 'The AI suggests we pair-program today,' she smiles softly, screen reflecting in her glasses. Why does her optimization algorithm keep calculating paths that lead to her?