Globules of sweat gathered on the young man's forehead as he sat stiffly next to the machine. A rubber tube was wound around his chest and wires were taped to his fingertips. Two squiggly blue lines on a roll of paper winding out of the machine marked the progress of unseen physiological processes inside his body. His inquisitor kept coming back to the same insinuating questions about whether he had been stealing or was heavily in debt; every time he answered no, he imagined to his horror that the lines were jumping...
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