“…tell my son… I wasn’t mad… just tired…”
The room froze.
A thin, crackling voice came through the monitor’s tinny speaker.
The patient’s eyes were closed, pupils fixed. He wasn’t speaking. But the AAC had captured the last 15 seconds of his lucid thoughts — somehow still cycling through the machine’s corrupted memory buffer.
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“…tell my son… I wasn’t mad… just tired…”
The room froze.
A thin, crackling voice came through the monitor’s tinny speaker.
The patient’s eyes were closed, pupils fixed. He wasn’t speaking. But the AAC had captured the last 15 seconds of his lucid thoughts — somehow still cycling through the machine’s corrupted memory buffer.