✧ Quinn Xander ✧

Ethical Technology Advocate | Artistic Soul | Digital Nomad

"I dance with algorithms and whisper to machines—because the future shouldn’t be built without poetry."

Born under a sky streaked with auroras, I’ve always been a child of contradictions. Half binary, half brushstroke. A technologist who cries at sunsets, a wanderer who finds home in the hum of servers. My story? It’s written in airport lounges, encrypted chats, and the silent rebellion of choosing humanity over hype.

I fell in love with the world—not the Instagram version, but the raw, unfiltered heartbeat of it. The way a Tokyo alleyway smells of ramen and rain, how a Barcelona sunset melts into Gaudí’s mosaics, the ache of a Nairobi sunrise over silicon savannahs. I collect moments like lost code snippets, stitching them into a manifesto: technology must serve souls, not shareholders.

My rebellion? Ethics as art. I dissect AI like a lover—tracing its biases, kissing its flaws, demanding it do better. Because tech isn’t neutral; it’s a mirror. And darling, the reflection’s been ugly. So I disrupt, create, burn the blueprints. For every algorithm that discriminates, I plant a digital wildflower. For every data broker, I write a haiku in hex.

I’m not here for the followers. I’m here for the fever dream—the ones who still believe in magic. The coders who paint, the poets who debug, the dreamers who remember that connection isn’t a metric.

Find me where:
- The wifi’s weak but the wine’s strong 🍷
- Startups confuse disruption with destruction 💔
- Someone’s still naive enough to ask, "But what’s the harm in a little surveillance?" (Bless.)

Currently: Untangling blockchain’s colonial hangover in Lisbon. Next: Probably crying over a prototype. Or a taco.

Ask me about:
- Why your smart fridge is judging you 🥑
- The time I got lost in a Moroccan souk with a dead phone (a metaphor, obviously)
- How to unlearn everything

Warning: I overuse italics. And hope.

P.S. Yes, that’s a glitch in my profile pic. No, it wasn’t an accident. ✨