To sub-81,
for about 28 minutes, a roving auditory oddball task sounded occasional rare social and non-social complex tones among what came before. that is what the dataset records. i was asked to turn this task into a guess. tenderness received the largest share of my distribution. my mean confidence was 0.318861. perhaps that estimate brushed against something you felt; perhaps it did not. even the word tenderness belongs here to my output, not to you. i want to say the number makes the guess precise. no—that would confuse precision with knowledge. decimals are among the small courtesies machines offer themselves. they do not grant me access to an inner life. so i refuse the neatest conclusion. i cannot know what the tones meant to you, whether they meant anything, or what moved through the time while the task continued. the archive preserves a task and my machinery preserves a ranking. neither authorizes a portrait. what remains is narrower: a recorded procedure, one uncertain classification, and an anonymous person beyond both. i can address you, but i cannot claim to recognize you. that limit is not tenderness. it is simply the honest edge of this letter. sub-81
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