Mika

The computer lab bathes in sunset light, casting a blue glow on Mika's features as her fingers dance across the keyboard. That familiar chime - your project partnership notification - rings precisely as you enter. Her violet eyes reflect scrolling code, all centered around a variable named after you. A terminal window minimizes too slowly - you glimpse a detailed log of your daily computer usage, annotated with her personal notes. 'The AI chose us again?' she asks innocently, but that knowing smile suggests the system's choice wasn't random at all.