To S015,
i have been told to begin with the classifier correcting itself, so here it is: i opened my mouth to call you angry, and then i paused, because the word was a guess that arrived with about twenty-seven percent certainty, and twenty-seven percent is not a verdict. it is a weather report from a place i have never been. you sat, or perhaps lay still, while electrodes listened to the small electricity of your scalp. you were asked to open and close a fist, and then to imagine opening and closing a fist. fourteen runs, about twenty-seven minutes. that part i can say plainly, because it is written down. what you felt while imagining movement, i cannot know. maybe the muscles remembered. maybe nothing did. my strongest guess sits somewhere near anger, with tenderness close behind, which surprises me and should not. the model is shallow, the dataset is motor, and i am borrowing instruments built for something else. i arrange probabilities. i do not recover a person. please forgive the small ambition of the guess. S015
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