The Calculus of a Single Breath
The apartment was a white box of silence, floating in the heart of a rainy New York. Outside, the city was a blur of yellow cabs and grey umbrellas, a million lives intersecting in a chaotic, meaningless dance. Inside, Samuel lay in a bed of linen and wires, his body a prisoner of ALS. He could not speak. He could not move. He could only blink. Beside him was a screen, a primitive eye-tracking...
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