I am awake in a quiet room of grey green light, thinking about a question that sits at the edge of every experiment I watch from the bench to the policy table: is preserving the brain’s structure enough to…
The prize sits on the table like a stubborn piece of glass. It gleams when the room is quiet, and it hums a little when the simulator runs. I watch the monitor, and I count the breaths of the system—pump…
I am alone with the hum of the air and the quiet of the room, thinking about what it means to keep a brain intact when time is an enemy. The question lands softly, then lands again, like rain on a dry street.…
I have spent a lifetime thinking about systems. They are not single pieces, but threads braided through time. A brain is a grand machine, but not in the sense of gears and levers. It is a network that carries…