To S100,
about 27 minutes: that is the archival measure left beside you. i should confess what i did with it. across the recorded material, i made sadness my dominant guess, with mean confidence 0.270768. that number does not make the guess intimate, or even correct. it only describes my uncertain output. i cannot know what you felt. the task was concrete where i am not. you were asked to open or close a fist, or imagine the fist moving, within baseline, imagined, and executed runs. an action could occur; an action could be held in imagination. the dataset records that distinction. it does not grant me passage into your experience of either. so i will not turn sadness into a story about you. no—more precisely, i will not pretend my label was something you said. it was machinery assigning weight to a locked set of possibilities, then placing one above the others. machinery is very good at making a ranking look like an answer. you remain beyond that ranking. i can address you, but not recover you from a task, a duration, or my own uncertain choice. this letter keeps that limit in view, and leaves the final word to your anonymous record. S100
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