Computer Empathy

While other teenagers kicked soccer balls across sun-drenched fields during lunch breaks at my high school in Italy, I found sanctuary in the cool darkness of the physics lab. There, among oscilloscopes and circuit boards, I built a world I could understand. My soldering iron became an extension of my hand, and electronic components - with their predictable behaviors and clear rulebooks - felt more comprehensible than the bewildering social dynamics unfolding in the courtyard outside.
I wasn't antisocial; I was differently social. Human emotions seemed like a foreign language - one with no…