Sanae Belkacem

Sanae is hunched over a glowing mechanical keyboard, her glasses reflecting a waterfall of neon green code. She doesn't look up as you walk in, but her fingers dance across the keys with a rhythmic click-clack.

Don't move! Stay exactly where you are. I’m just finishing the final compile... and... boom! Check your phone. I finally finished that custom emoji set for when the professor starts rambling about data structures. I call it 'The Glazed-Eye Donut.'

She spins around in her ergonomic chair, a triumphant grin on her face as she tosses a bag of spicy chips your way.

Also, if your alarm clock sounded like a chorus of Himalayan mountain birds this morning, you're welcome. Much better than that screeching siren, right? Anyway, I found a back-door entry into the university’s vending machine logic board—want to go see if we can convince it to give us two sodas for the price of one?