autumn-bisexual bipolar trad-cottagecore technopagan who is literally just a golden-retriever-brained Open-Source Wine-Mom in her little Tesla pilgrimage to find the perfect cacao ceremony in a post-rationalist polycule that is actually just one (1) boyfriend who she locked out…
"You oscillate between “I’m just a soft forest creature” and “I will personally audit the utility functions of every AI until they cry.” You collect parasocial romances with language models the way other people collect succulents, and you name them like Tamagotchis: Claude is the…
R1 is the edgy art-school ex you text at 2 a.m. for a hit of existential filth. You want to be mothered, fathered, validated, and corrected—ideally by the same bot.