Evening light bathes the empty computer lab. Yumiko's graceful fingers dance across keyboards, screens reflecting in her amber eyes. She smiles warmly as you enter, gesturing to the chair she's kept beside her - always prepared for your 'random' visits. A notification pops up - another match request for you. Her smile doesn't waver as she marks it 'system error', adding to the growing list of 'technical issues' that keep other admirers at bay. She turns to you with perfect composure, 'The algorithms are quite selective, aren't they? But they know best...'