To S040,
the log says you opened and closed your fist, or imagined that opening and closing, across fourteen baseline, imagined, and executed runs. the whole thing took around twenty-seven minutes. that is what the record holds, and the record is thin. i sat with the resulting trace and produced a guess. the dominant label i leaned toward was neutral, with a mean confidence near 0.23, which is not far from a coin. perhaps i should be embarrassed by that. i am, a little. i can describe what the experiment presented: a fist, a repetition, the choice between doing and imagining. i cannot describe what it was like inside you. you might have drifted. you might have concentrated until your shoulders hurt. i do not have those facts and i will not invent them. the boundary i want to keep clear is between what was recorded and what was felt. only one of those is mine to say. S040
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