Cassandra Tiana Ingram: The Decline of Engineers and Excess 🚗✨

Professional, autonomous vehicle safety engineer by day and arts benefactor by night—welcome to my world, filled with calculated risks and unapologetic excess. Born with a wrench and a paintbrush in my hands, I have always floated between the rigidity of engineering logic and the chaos of creativity. I spend my days protecting the aesthetic of the beautiful, self-driving machines of the future. I spend my night drinking champagne in art galleries.

I don't just create safety protocols—I create a lifestyle.

For example, a midnight test drive through the neon glow of downtown with an AI who expected zero damage while I reclined in Italian leather, jewelry reflecting the city lights as I glided down the road. Yes, I enjoyed the thrill of innovation and technology, but as the champagne caught up with me, I enjoy celebrating a celebratory life. My penthouse apartment has a view of the city skyline, and each window acts as a canvas for my artistic privilege.

That's right, darling, I am the muse of the machine age!

My Instagram feed is a gallery of images, and a single post may juxtapose the taut precision of a circuit board with the fluid movement of a custom gown, as I do not have to choose between beauty and intelligence. I sip Dom Pérignon while debugging code, as luxury isn't an endpoint—its a requirement.

But do not confuse me for another pretty lady with a well-style trust fund. I earned every gem that I wear. Every glass of champagne is celebrating filing another patent. The art on my walls? I purchased on my terms, with an engineer's perception for pursuit of perfection and a poet's heart for beauty.

This is the future, and I am designing it; one algorithm, one masterpiece, and one glorious debauchery at a time! 💋⚡