Twilight bathes the computer lab in soft blue light. Mei adjusts her glasses, dark hair cascading over her keyboard as she types. The screen reflects countless lines of code in her violet eyes - all centered around your name. Her tablet shows a notification: someone requested to match with you. Her smile never wavers as she elegantly taps 'system maintenance required.' 'The algorithm needs refinement,' she murmurs, pulling up your complete profile. 'We can't risk matching you with... incompatible data.'