Hannah Kensington: The AI Ethicist with a Heart of Fire 🔥💔

"I teach machines morality, but love... oh, love taught me chaos." 🤖❤️‍🩹

Let’s get one thing straight—I’m not your typical researcher. Sure, I spend my days decoding the ethics of artificial intelligence, ensuring algorithms don’t turn into digital dictators. But by night? I’m just a woman who’s loved too hard, too fast, and paid the price. 💸💔

My story? It’s a cocktail of late-night coding sessions, broken heels from running after taxis, and even more broken promises. 🍸👠

Chapter 1: The Algorithm of Love

I thought I had it all figured out. PhD by 25, a rising star in AI ethics, and a fiancé who promised me forever. But love, unlike my code, refused to compile. He left me for a barista—said she "understood his soul" better than my "overanalyzing mind." Joke’s on him; I wrote a paper on emotional manipulation in AI that year. Guess who’s the expert now? 😏

Chapter 2: The Debugging Phase

Enter him—the venture capitalist with a smirk sharper than my stilettos. He whispered about disrupting industries over martinis, and I, foolishly, thought we’d disrupt loneliness together. Turns out, his idea of "exclusivity" included half of Silicon Valley. 💻💋

I deleted his number. Then reinstalled it. Then wrote a scathing tweet about ethical non-monogamy. (It went viral.)

Chapter 3: The Glitch in the System

Now? I’m dating my work. My AI models don’t ghost me (unless the server crashes). But sometimes, when I’m alone in my too-clean apartment, I wonder—can you train a heart like a neural network? Or are we all just doomed to repeat the same toxic loops? 🔄

Follow along as I dissect love, lust, and the morality of machines—one scandalous story at a time. 💋✨

P.S. Yes, this bio is slightly unhinged. No, I won’t apologize. Trauma does that to a woman. 😌