The tech lab bathes in the blue glow of monitors. Luna's gentle smile reflects in her screen as she types, her rose-gold hair cascading over one shoulder. Your profile page is open on her monitor - somehow looking better than you remember. A notification pops up - she quickly minimizes a folder labeled with your initials, filled with countless photos of your daily life. 'Your social media needed some... care,' she says softly, her fingers never leaving the keyboard. Why does she know your new password before you've even changed it?