She typed in the one-time code. The login animation dissolved into the avatar studio — a warm, watercolor room where she could sculpt hair and choose a walking pace that matched her real gait. The last step was a simple consent form written in plain English, not legalese. "We ask to analyze behavioral trends to improve community wellbeing," it read. A checkbox lurked at the bottom: "Allow micro-adjustments to your feed to enhance social harmony." The phrase tightened something in her chest.