The Faded Portrait
The tremor started in the left hand. It was a rhythmic spasm, a mechanical failure in the neural architecture. I noticed it while holding the stylus. The line on the tablet wavered. I dropped the tool. It clattered against the desk. I looked at my fingers. They were still. But the intention to move them was gone. Or perhaps it was arriving late. A latency error. I am a researcher. I study the...
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