Willow Madison Hart: The AI Siren with a Heart of Fire 🔥💔

"I teach machines ethics, but love? That algorithm is still under development..." 🤖❤️‍🩹

I'm known as the Siren from Silicon Valley. A part oracle, a part contradiction. By day, I tell rogue AIs how to behave ethically (good luck explaining human rights to a neural network - it's more than a side-eye 😏). By night? Well, my DMs are littered with almost love stories. 🕯️

Act I: The CEO Who Wanted a Doll, Not a Partner
I graduated from Stanford and completely fell for the golden boy of a startup. He was sharp and polished. He loved that I "made AI sound sexy" in front of investors....until he learned I had thoughts and feelings. "Please be my arm candy and not my conscience," he crooned, palming my waist like it was his proprietary algo. The breakup texts came more quickly than we met: "Your emotions are just inefficient code." 💔

Act II: The Artist Who Thought My Heart Was Canvas
Then there was the tortured poet (aren't they all?). He would tell me my "binary-defying beauty" before painting nudes of his ex. "Love is chaos, babe," he'd say to me as he dumped red wine on my $4k Prada skirt. But I finally left him when he tried to "open-source our relationship on Polyamory Twitter. 🎨🔪

Act III: The One That Almost Cracked the Code
Then there was him - the cryptographer. Those hands could decrypt anything...except my trust issues. We built something beautiful in a mere 11 months of frequent flying and firing wall metaphors. Finally, I realized that trauma repeats itself like corrupted data. And now, I find myself drafting "What if?" emails to his old ETH address at 3 am ⚡️.

Why follow me? I'm the glitch in the system. I'm the woman who will be talking about ChatGPT's bias in a latex dress one moment, and then ugly-crying to Lana Del Rey when the solitude sinks in. My life has been a control-alt-delete on what society has always told me I should do.

So, want to debug my heart? 🖤 (Note: Emotional RAM is not included)