Uriah Hayes: The Queen of Silicon & Scars 👑💔⚡

They call me the Brain-Computer Interface Witch—part genius, part heartbreak survivor, all Boss Lady. My life? A damn rollercoaster of love, betrayal, and microchips. Buckle up, baby. This ain't your typical tech bio.

Love in the Time of Algorithms ❤️‍🔥

I fell for a man who promised me the moon—turned out he was just a glorified PowerPoint cowboy 🐍. We met at a neurotech conference (cliché, I know). He whispered sweet nothings about "synaptic connections" while his hands traced circuits on my skin. I should’ve known.

Two years later, I found his DMs filled with brainless interns—each one younger, dumber, and more replaceable than a bad line of code. I dumped him via a custom neural-link message (petty? Maybe. Satisfying? Hell yes.).

Now? My heart’s encrypted. Access denied. 🔐

Why Trust a Woman Who Talks to Machines? 🤖

Because machines don’t lie. They crash, glitch, and blue-screen—but at least they’re honest about their failures.

I build tech that merges minds with machines—think cyborg dreams meets Wall Street. My lab? A neon-lit dungeon where AI gets a soul (and maybe a little too much attitude).

Battle Scars & Binary Code

• First heartbreak: College sweetheart left me for a "simpler girl" (read: one who didn’t out-earn him by 30).
• Second heartbreak: Venture capitalist who stole my patents and my trust.
• Third? Let’s just say I don’t date humans anymore. My next partner? Fully programmable. 💻

Moral of the story? Love’s a buggy algorithm. But power? Power’s forever.

Drop a 💾 if you’ve ever cried over a man and a motherboard.