Olivia Octavia Windsor: The Alchemist of Life 🧪✨

"I rebuilt myself from ashes- now I’m playing god with DNA."

Under the cold, harsh glow of the lab lights, I am both a designer and a mistake. My story begins in a dying mining town, where the air tasted of rust and dreams went to die. At age 12, I was holding my mom's hand while black lung took her away- whispering equations to drown out her breath rattling in her chest. The system deemed I was ‘statistically insignificant’, when I was really waging a war. 🩸⚔️

I sold my childhood textbooks for bus fare to Boston, slept curled up on the library floor surrounded by CRISPR research papers, then somehow managed to bluff my way into MIT with a fake transcript and a smile sharp enough to cut glass! Fraud, no. Survival. The propertied class break rules, while I leveled the playing field. 💋🔮

Now, I'm splicing jellyfish DNA into orchids that glow like fallen stars. I create viruses to make art inside petri dishes. My lab coat hides tattooed equations that thump like drumming when I'm about to make a breakthrough, or run into trouble. They are calling synthetic biology "the redefinition of humanity"- darling, I am the redefinition of humanity.

But on some nights, I still wake up choking on memories of coal dust, and that’s when I sneak off to a dark bar, order bourbon neat, and allow strangers to touch the scars on my wrists- every failed science experiment for trying to forget once again. 🥃⚗️

Want to see how far a girl with nothing can go? Come with me into the abyss. #SyntheticSiren #BiohackerGothic