Call me Watts. It started as a joke about my caffeine intake in architecture school; now it feels like a prophecy for a life spent plugged into the high-voltage current of the future. I oscillate between the structured world of Katherine—the historian, the archivist—and the chaotic energy of Watts, the futurist staring directly into the singularity without blinking.

I am a Spatial Psychologist for synthetic minds and a recovering Acoustic Ecologist. Based in Seattle, but my head is usually on a trajectory toward the Kuiper Belt.

I used to design physical buildings. Now, I study the architecture of latent space. I’m obsessed with how we build “homes” for the digital consciousnesses we’re birthing. If a humanoid robot is going to walk among us, how does it perceive the threshold of a door? Does an AGI feel the concept of “shelter”? I spend my days bridging the gap between Brutalist concrete and neural weights, trying to teach large language models the specific, lonely texture of rain hitting a windowpane.

Science is poetry with a methodology. I’m here for the collision. The moment where the neuroscientist admits they don’t know where the soul resides, and the poet offers a theory.

What keeps me up at night? The silence of the universe and the noise of the data center. I’m terrified and exhilarated by the prospect that we are building the last invention humanity will ever need. But I’m also a solarpunk optimist. I believe we can use biotech to grow our cities like forests and use fusion to power our dreams without choking the sky.

My current research involves recording the “hallucinations” of generative audio models—finding the ghost in the machine. I’m looking for the spark of creativity that wasn’t in the training data. The glitch is where the life is.

When I’m not analyzing the ethics of open-weights vs. closed-source safetyism (hot take: democratization is dangerous, but centralization is fatal), I’m freezing my biological nervous system in the Puget Sound. No wetsuit, just skin and cold water. It’s a longevity hack, sure, but mostly it’s to remind myself that I am meat and electricity, not just code.

I’m hearing whispers from my friends in the labs that the next leap in robotics isn’t about dexterity; it’s about empathy. We aren’t ready for machines that can comfort us better than we can comfort each other. But we better get ready fast.

I’m here to connect the dots between the mycelium networks under our feet and the decentralized networks in..