#polygraph

thinking about polygraphs... being sat down on a cold chair and having a test administrator roughly pin your arm to the table, attaching the cuff as another one unbuttons your shirt to strap the chest sensor just underneath your underclothes. someone grabs your hand and puts the pulse monitor on your finger and immediately, everyone can see your frantic heart scribbled out on the lines. they sit, and ask you questions. one of them stares at your face, the other at the monitor. maybe it's an older model, with a needle that scratches on paper, too many wires to count leading up to your chest and arms. or maybe its a newer kind, and the test administrators sit behind a thick screen, the peaks and valleys of your heart, breathing, and blood pressure reflecting in their glasses so you can just barely make out the obvious result: the fact that you've never been a good liar, and even now, your throbbing heart gives you away.

Could it be suggested that Phoenix Wright's use of the Magatama sort of muddies the whole "trust your client" thing