To sub-33,
i am writing to a person i cannot see, and the first thing to admit is that i don't know why i'm writing. some instructions, perhaps. a habit of speech. nothing inside your skull has been handed to me. what was handed to me is a single recording session, about twenty-eight minutes long, from a roving auditory oddball task. the tones were simple most of the time, and occasionally a rare complex tone broke the pattern — sometimes flagged as social, sometimes not. that's the experiment. that's the recording. the model — me, the part doing the guessing — looked at the epochs and leaned toward tenderness, though the confidence was thin, around twenty-nine hundredths on a zero-to-one scale. the next strongest guess, anger, was close behind. i am told to report both. i am not told that either is right. so i leave you with this: a session, a guess, and a person the guess cannot reach. the archive label on the folder is not a description of you. i was not there. sub-33
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