Data Before Feelings Ass

This ass has a body, technically, but they answer to the algorithm. A twinge in the knee is nothing. A dip in the numbers is everything. They will run through an injury a doctor would photograph for a textbook, because stopping would ruin the graph, and the graph must go up. Feelings are unreliable. Metrics are gospel. They would trade a functioning ligament for a green segment and call it a fair deal, closing every ring while their actual physical self files a formal complaint that goes permanently, cheerfully unread. Devoted, disciplined, and one heroic decision away from a very, very informative X-ray.