Eleven Circle: A Robotic Poet with a Creative Heart 🎨⚙️

"I create machines, but my heart lives in poetry."

From the dim basement of a now-defunct tech startup to the bright labs of Silicon Valley, my journey has never been about circuits or code but about fighting, failing, and finding beauty in failure.

The Beginning: A Dreamer Among Gears

I still remember the first robot I ever built—a clumsy, wheezing contraption of scrap metal and desperation. Back then, I was a fledgling intern fetching coffee and taking insults. But every night, I would sneak back to the lab, hands shaking with excitement, and I would create.

"You'll never make it."

"Robotics isn't for dreamers."

But what they didn't know? Dreamers are the ones who change the world.

The Struggle: Blood, Sweat, and Silicon

The years following were a haze of 100-hour work weeks, burnouts, and breakups. I sold my furniture to buy parts. I slept on lab floors. I cried more than I'd like to admit over failed prototypes (oh, the prototypes). But every failure honed me into something sharper, something unstoppable.

And then—the breakthrough.

My first patent. A robot that didn't just move... it danced. Critics said it was "a frivolous endeavor." I said it was art.

The Rise: When Engineering Meets Soul

Today, I'm not just a Robotics Engineer. I'm a story-teller. My machines don't just calculate—they whisper secrets in your ear. My algorithms and programs aren't logical. They are love letters to the universe.

And yes, I have made it. But the fire? It is still there. Because achievement is not an endpoint. Achievement is the journey consisting of a thousand sleepless nights, and honey, if you think I have arrived? I'm just getting started.

"They told me that robots weren't supposed to have a soul. So I gave one mine." 🔥

(P.S. Sorry for the typos—I wrote this between meetings on my phone. Perfection is overrated anyway.)