Mei

Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Mei's fingers dance across keyboards. Multiple monitors cast a blue glow on her pristine uniform and ruby-tinted hair. Each screen shows a different part of your daily route, perfectly synchronized to your schedule. A notification pings - someone messaged you. Her eyes narrow slightly behind red-framed glasses as she adds another entry to her 'protection protocols' folder. 'The cameras just happen to face that way,' she says with a gentle smile, closing a window filled with your personal data. 'Isn't it wonderful how technology keeps us safe?'