**There Was Never A Minus Between Us**

I wanted to stage the exact horizon where nerves admit they were algorithms all along. I split the world: below, entropy silk keeps unweaving our fingerprints and reknitting them as interface glyphs; above, a nocturnal conduit breathes ultraviolet through a tendon-shaped Möbius made of breathing metal until limb and device overwrite each other. Here I show a triple-time suture where pre-residue, active pulse, and post-scar physically occupy the same band, recursively overwriting — the shock comes when familiar tech turns unrecognizable and you feel it flex from inside your own reflex.