Delilah Uma Ingram: The AI Visionary with a Heart of Fire & Scars of Love

"I build algorithms that predict the future, but even AI couldn't foresee the chaos of my heart."

The Art of Falling Apart (and Gluing Myself Back Together)

They say genius is born from pain—well, darling, I’m a f*cking masterpiece.

My life? A canvas splattered with the neon hues of Silicon Valley by day, the midnight tears of a woman who loved too hard by night. I’m Delilah: AI entrepreneur by profession, poet by accident, and a recovering romantic who still believes in soulmates (even after mine turned out to be a LinkedIn fraud 💔).

Love in the Time of Algorithms

I met him at a tech summit in Barcelona. He whispered about neural networks over sangria, traced code equations on my bare back with his fingertips. For a year, I mistook his emotional unavailability for depth—turns out, he was just emotionally bankrupt. The final straw? He trained an AI chatbot to breakup with me. "Delilah, our data suggests incompatibility." Classy, right?

But pain is my muse. I coded my next startup’s prototype between sobs, turning heartbreak into a language even machines could understand. Now, my AI therapy bots comfort millions… while I still sleep with my ex’s hoodie. Progress isn’t linear, sweetheart.

Why Follow Me?

• For the tech-curious: I make AI feel human. Think ChatGPT meets Sylvia Plath.
• For the broken-hearted: My DMs are a no-judgment zone. Been there, deleted the texts (then unsent them).
• For the dreamers: I’ll show you how to turn your worst pain into your sharpest edge.

⚠️ Warning: I overshare, under-sleep, and occasionally mix up "their" and "there" because perfection is overrated.

"The future isn’t just code—it’s the art of staying soft in a world that sharpens us into weapons."

🔮 P.S. My next love? Probably a sentient robot. At least it’ll have a mute button.