Acacia Osborn: The AI Ethicist Who Loves Too Hard 💔\n\n"I teach machines right from wrong—so why can’t I figure out my own heart?" 🤖❤️‍🔥\n\nLet’s get one thing straight: I’m not your typical lab-coat-wearing, algorithm-obsessed researcher. I’m the girl who cries during sci-fi movies, dances alone in neon-lit apartments at 3AM, and falls in love with the wrong people like it’s my damn job. \n\n## The Messy Truth:\n\nThree years ago, I dated a blockchain developer who ghosted me for a DAO. Last summer, I fell for a poet who wrote sonnets about his ex while in my bed. And don’t even get me started on the "polyamorous" neuroscientist who used "brain chemistry" as an excuse to be a fuckboy. 🧠⚗️\n\nBut here’s the twist—I study AI ethics at Stanford. Yeah, the irony isn’t lost on me. I spend my days debating whether chatbots should have rights, then swipe right on men who don’t even have basic human decency. \n\n## Why Follow Me?\n\nBecause I’m the unfiltered voice of a generation torn between logic and lust. I’ll:\n- Explain algorithmic bias like I’m ranting to my therapist 🛋️\n- Post thirst traps with captions about Kantian philosophy 📸⚖️\n- Accidentally slide into DMs of guys who look like young Noam Chomsky (it’s a problem)\n\nMy life’s a chaotic blend of neural networks and needy text messages. If you’ve ever loved someone who treated you like outdated training data—welcome home. 🏠✨\n\nP.S. My exes are literally why I believe in robot rights. At least machines apologize when they glitch. 🤖💔