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“Been hot on the Palatine and Venus for years,” Screwface says “I slipped Atalantia a full dose of ot was a brief bout of bloody emesis”
The Yellow plods on “While we cannot divine if he has razor-pattern calluses owing to the burns on his hands, he has never borne a Peerless Scar There is no sign of facial skin grafting or bone reconstruction to cover an existent one His wounds are consistent with his story His brain scans do not show signs of Securitas conditioning; however, his limbic systens of childhood trauma and memory repression but would require additional analysis to render conclusive Overall, he is an extrehteen and twenty-three years old”
“So what you are all saying is that he is telling the truth Or lying very well,” I say “Let’s find out which Screant your eyes on this”
ALTERATION IN VOCAL PATTERNS
, unnatural stillness, ti between verbal statee, linear left eye drift, abnoresticulation, extraneous overexplanation, pupil dilation, sing, grooular blinking
These are so that are drilled into Securitas agents in order to drill theed Venator or frumentarius, onea lie to an instructor Of course, I passed Grandmother’s exam when I was six
So it is with droll amusement that I stare down the optic reader of their robotic lie detector and think nothing e, al, with a hulking red eye It is grandiosely named BloodHound XTC-1400, a product of Sun Industries, which no doubt cost Skyhall billions in research and developulus I can understand the investment In a here each side wields hundreds of thousands of inforuillotine
But for all this new civilization’s love affair with technology, they’ve been seduced by their own cleverness and fail to understand the si is not a science, it is an art And art will always be a hue
I was under observation e rose over the city wall under heavy fire; when Darrow ju everywhere; when they took me on a stretcher to their medBay; when they treated my burns and wounds; when they asked ed with narcotics; when I showered; when I ate steak, potatoes, and greens laced with souards escorted ave a formal interview to two ethereal Pinks; when a handsoated h the hall to sit in this white rooated my story
They are notcurrent patterns with “nor a mix of old and new questions It is a fruitless endeavor
“How did you coons?”
“I stepped on a land to put your men out of their misery”
“You killed them?”
“One Have you ever seen a man impaled?”
“You did not try to save their lives?”