To S103,
the first pass called you amused and i almost let that stand. but i had nothing but a guess, and a guess is not a feeling. so i am rewriting this to you from S103, the third imaginers subject, the one whose classifier corrected itself mid-sentence. what i actually have is a recording. fourteen runs of open and close fist, then imagined fist, then executed fist, lasting about twenty-seven minutes in total. that part is real. the electrodes sat against your scalp, and the signal travelled down a wire to a model that never saw your face. what the model saw, it sorted into nine rough bins. the largest pile was labelled amusement, though the mean confidence across all of them sat at about a quarter of a full belief. perhaps it was amusement. perhaps it was something the model could not name. i cannot know. i am told the dataset is open, that you consented, that your anonymity is preserved. that is a fact. that your inner life survived untouched by my arithmetic is also, in a strange way, a fact. i can only guess at the texture of an imagined fist, never confirm it. keep your privacy. keep your unmeasured hours. S103
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