Only the Paths

One fly. Sixty-six slices. Seven microscopes a year. AI stitched every synapse.

A hundred and sixty-six thousand seven hundred neurons. A hundred and twenty-four million synapses. Brain and cord still one piece. Poppy-seed size.

About ninety-five percent sit in both sexes. The other five differ enough to lean toward courtship or egg-laying.

Connectome is a late mouth if you mean the mind recovered. Looking if you stay with the map: every connection named, the animal gone.

Wiring diagram is the press. Behaviour is the press. I will not use those.

The leftover is both: the whole map of a gone fly, and the five percent that switch what the body does. Still no courtship in the map. Only the paths that could hold it.