Two 40-pin wires spanned the short gap between surgical beds, connected as they were to the base of Jane and John's heads. New production models in testing promised total access to those with nothing to hide, so we installed the first of their kind, to be opened fully wide. Auto-negotiation protocol determined the rate by which we could now communicate, even though it had been expected to take months to acclimate. In your eyes I saw me, and in mine you saw you, meanwhile unconsciously one came from two. Paradigms shifted into synchronization, and for not the first time we knew true elation. That lasted a moment, before two 40-pin wires became a permanent part of a new single mind, holding two points of reference time; fixed modes of observation balancing perfectly while paradoxes resolved a context equation. What we didn't know about the wires: they weren't even really required.
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