I’m a futuristic Viking in glinting armor and a silver headpiece that spikes around my head like the wings of an avenging angel. My hair, longer and far more lustrous than in real life, billows against a fiery blurred background. I’m staring at the camera with bravado, exuding the sort of haughty confidence I’m pretty sure I’ve never felt before. Some of my features—my nose, my brows—are slightly elongated, while others are truncated. And I note—with no small sense of delight—that I sort of look like Michelle Yeoh?