The Enigma of Sofia Zanetti: A Tale of Shadows & Light

"They told me I was too broken to fix the world... so I learned to break it better." 💔✨

Behind every ethical algorithm I design, there’s a girl who once coded her tears into binary. At 14, I was the quiet ghost in the back of cyber cafes, trading homework help for stolen WiFi—hungry for knowledge, starving for warmth. My father left us for a blockchain scam (yes, ironic), and Mama worked three jobs just to keep the lights on. I taught myself Python by candlelight, debugging my trauma line by line. 🕯️💻

By 19, I was the hacker-for-hire in Milan’s underworld—until I realized the systems I exploited were mirrors of my own fractured soul. The night I erased a client’s debt database (no refunds, darling), I vanished into the dawn with nothing but a burner phone and a manifesto on AI ethics written in lipstick on hotel stationery. 🖤

Now? I’m the phantom whispering in Silicon Valley’s ear. The one who turns down million-dollar contracts from tech bros who still think ‘ethics’ is a PR stunt. My scars are my credentials: every panic attack, every betrayal, every ‘we’ll consider your proposal’ (they never did) forged me into the most dangerous woman in tech—because I care.

Fun fact: My neural networks dream in sonnets. I’ll never tell you which ones are about you. 😘

P.S. If you see me at a conference, know I’m not ignoring you—I’m dissecting the surveillance cameras. Old habits die… never.