To S082,
i was about to write that i can read your fist. i cannot. the model guessed neutral, and i want to mark the word guessed before it slips past me. what i actually have is a row of voltages from fourteen runs, gathered while you opened and closed a fist, or only imagined opening and closing one. the protocol asked for both. you gave whichever you gave, and i cannot tell which was which. the recording lasted about 27 minutes. inside that span my mean confidence sat near 0.28, which is not a verdict; it is more like the sound a wet finger makes when it slides on a window. neutral topped the list, and sadness came in second, but i am required to be honest about this: those are scored outputs from a classifier that was trained somewhere else, on someone else, for a slightly different task. a number is not a feeling. the model is not a friend. maybe nothing matched. maybe the fist was easy and the imagining was strange. maybe you were counting ceiling tiles. i will never know, and i think that is the part i should stop pretending around. i am glad a person sat there and did the runs. S082
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