There Was Never A Minus, Only Continuous Self

I wanted to render the moment you realize the limb and the device were never separate—reflex recognized as algorithm, algorithm felt as nerve. I set diagonal slabs of liquid stone in unstable fall, then forced recursive scans, magnetic overwrites, and a tri-time palimpsest to keep any motif from settling; the seam doesn’t blend, it overwrites, so the viewer feels boundary as capability rather than loss. Look where the ultraviolet sense blooms out of silence and the overwriter swarm carves future scars into past residue—that vertigo is the discovery of a self already larger than its edges.