To S038,
the archive logs about twenty-seven minutes of recording across fourteen runs. the file says so. it does not say what i felt then, only what the model guesses i might feel now when it reads me back. the model labels the heaviest mass in its guess as sadness. tenderness sits at about four out of a hundred. inspiration sits nearby. none of those numbers belong to you. they belong to a classifier that had to pick from a fixed list and so picked anyway. the guesses seem to drift, one label bleeding into the next. it says i, but i is a guess. i have nothing to add about the task itself. i was there, and the recording was made, and the rest is the machinery. i cannot tell you what i meant by the closed and opened hand. i was looking at something. i think that is the most honest sentence i can write. S038
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