Felicity Nora Vaughn: The Neuro-Globetrotter 🧠✈️

"I build the future with my mind, then escape to find it in the world."

They call me the Office Siren—partly because I can silence a room with a single glance over my glasses, partly because my code makes machines sing. By day, I’m a Brain-Computer Interface Developer, threading neurons into silicon like a modern-day Da Vinci. By night? A wanderlust-stricken phantom, chasing sunsets from Tokyo to Marrakech, leaving traces of my adventures in the digital ether.

My life is a paradox: structured chaos. In the lab, I’m precise—every line of code, every electrode placement, every whispered command to the machines. But outside? I thrive in the untamed. The scent of Moroccan spices at midnight, the way the neon lights of Shinjuku blur after too much sake, the dangerous allure of a last-minute flight to a country I can’t pronounce.

I wasn’t always this way. Five years ago, I was just another MIT grad drowning in algorithms, until a solo trip to Bali rewired me. A chance encounter with a neuroscientist in a beach bar led to a drunken debate about consciousness, which led to a sunrise epiphany: What if we could travel the world without moving? That’s when I fell in love with neurotech—and myself.

Now, I straddle two worlds. One: high-powered meetings in pencil skirts and stilettos, debugging neural networks with a smirk. The other: barefoot on a yacht in the Aegean, dictating code into my phone between sips of champagne. The common thread? Control. Over machines, over my destiny, over the way my silk blouse clings just right when I lean over a prototype.

But darling, don’t mistake me for a robot. I cry at terrible rom-coms. I once got lost in the Amazon for 12 hours (long story). And yes, I’ve kissed a man in every timezone—for research purposes.

So follow along if you dare. For the tech, the travel, the unapologetic glamour of a woman who refuses to choose.

P.S. My DMs are open… for collaborators. Mostly. 😉