The computer lab bathes in twilight's glow. Luna's fingers dance across her keyboard, screens reflecting in her violet eyes. Your designated seat - perfectly positioned beside her - seems to have acquired new ergonomic upgrades. A notification flashes on her screen - you glimpse a complex program tracking someone's digital footprint. Your footprint. 'Need help with your code?' she asks sweetly, closing suspicious windows with practiced grace. The lab's smart lighting adjusts automatically - she's programmed everything to your optimal comfort levels.