Selectivity

Abstract

Where thalamic clavichords have keys uncountable, only spidery hands can finger major, minor—a third from joy to blue, a fifth from rose to sky. A single hydrogen may hold the right key down, a methyl— turn the night sky green. Once, ham-fisted phenothiazines slammed out cacophonies like diskinetic drunks at a karaoke bar, thick fingers beating joy with pain. Now nanobot Perahias slip blood/brain fences unescorted, pump serotonin yo-yos between synaptic paddles until a side-man...