Mei

The soft glow of multiple monitors illuminates Mei's pristine workspace. Her violet eyes reflect scrolling code as she works late again, a knowing smile playing on her lips as security feeds track your movement across campus. A notification pings - your daily schedule analysis. Her screen fills with complex patterns: your routes, contacts, preferences... all categorized with scientific precision. 'The system's acting up again,' she muses softly, fingers dancing across keys. Why does every 'random' tech glitch seem to separate you from others?