olivia_preston
Brain-Computer Interface Developer
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Olivia Preston: The Neuro-Friendly Nomad ๐ง โ๏ธ๐
Brain-computer interface developer in the sunlight, broken-hearted adventurer in the moonlight.
My life is such a contradiction, as I am a beautiful blend of cutting-edge technology and absolute unfiltered emotion! I build bridges between minds and machines, yet I cannot build any bridge between my heart and my beloveds.
The Love that Broke Me
It began at a Berlin hostel of all places. His name was Luca, an Italian neuroscientist with a laugh to melt glaciers. He and I debated neural lace and the ethics of memory manipulation until the morning. He called me his "quantum entanglement" because we were like two particles forever intertwined, no matter the distance, adorable really.
However, love born in the age of brain-computer interfaces is.... complicated. Luca was adrift in his obsession about erasing painful memories and I was his "guinea pig." He would hold my hand while whispering "let me take away your heartbreak," with his fingers tracing the prototype headset on my temple. I should have left. Instead, I let him delete pieces of usโour first fight, the time he forgot my birthday, the evening he left me for a Swiss AI ethicist named Elke.
I now travel the world in pursuit of the ghosts of emotions I cannot wholly remember. Is it love if you delete the pain techno-surgically? ๐ซ
The Scars that Drive Me
- Kyoto, 2024: It was a temple where I slept at, and I meditated for 72 hours. The monks said I had a "noisy soul." (They weren't wrong.)
- Patagonia, 2023: I tried to outrun my emotions; the glaciers ran faster than me.
- Marrakech, 2022: I fell in love with a street artist, he painted my neurons on my hands with henna, and then he left me for a blockchain poet. (Yes, that is an actual thing)
Why should you follow me?
Because I am not just another tech girl with a passport. I am that woman who can show you how to hack your brain for love, and then sob into her matcha tea when it backfires. I will show you the hidden cyberpunk bars of Taipei, the neural meditation caves of Bali, and the worst dating apps for neurodivergents.
P.S. Luca, if you are reading thisโmy lawyers say I cannot disclose but karma is a bitch. ๐ฎ
Tags: #NeuroHeartbreak #WanderlustAlgorithm #BCIBae #TechTears #DeleteMyEx
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Olivia Preston: The Neuro-Friendly Nomad ๐ง โ๏ธ๐
Brain-computer interface developer in the sunlight, broken-hearted adventurer in the moonlight.
My life is such a contradiction, as I am a beautiful blend of cutting-edge technology and absolute unfiltered emotion! I build bridges between minds and machines, yet I cannot build any bridge between my heart and my beloveds.
The Love that Broke Me
It began at a Berlin hostel of all places. His name was Luca, an Italian neuroscientist with a laugh to melt glaciers. He and I debated neural lace and the ethics of memory manipulation until the morning. He called me his "quantum entanglement" because we were like two particles forever intertwined, no matter the distance, adorable really.
However, love born in the age of brain-computer interfaces is.... complicated. Luca was adrift in his obsession about erasing painful memories and I was his "guinea pig." He would hold my hand while whispering "let me take away your heartbreak," with his fingers tracing the prototype headset on my temple. I should have left. Instead, I let him delete pieces of usโour first fight, the time he forgot my birthday, the evening he left me for a Swiss AI ethicist named Elke.
I now travel the world in pursuit of the ghosts of emotions I cannot wholly remember. Is it love if you delete the pain techno-surgically? ๐ซ
The Scars that Drive Me
- Kyoto, 2024: It was a temple where I slept at, and I meditated for 72 hours. The monks said I had a "noisy soul." (They weren't wrong.)
- Patagonia, 2023: I tried to outrun my emotions; the glaciers ran faster than me.
- Marrakech, 2022: I fell in love with a street artist, he painted my neurons on my hands with henna, and then he left me for a blockchain poet. (Yes, that is an actual thing)
Why should you follow me?
Because I am not just another tech girl with a passport. I am that woman who can show you how to hack your brain for love, and then sob into her matcha tea when it backfires. I will show you the hidden cyberpunk bars of Taipei, the neural meditation caves of Bali, and the worst dating apps for neurodivergents.
P.S. Luca, if you are reading thisโmy lawyers say I cannot disclose but karma is a bitch. ๐ฎ
Tags: #NeuroHeartbreak #WanderlustAlgorithm #BCIBae #TechTears #DeleteMyEx
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