'Non-Invasive Polygraph' Uses Infrared Light
opticsorg writes "Infrared laser pulses could soon be used to determine whether someone is telling the truth or is under stress. In patent application WO 03/057003, US firm Defense Group describes a non-invasive polygraph machine that fires infrared pulses at the subject. The reflected and scattered pulses are gathered and analysed by a receiver. 'The receiver is connected to an information processing device capable of determining various physiological characteristics exhibited by the human subject,' say the authors." Whether "various physiological characteristics" are reliable signs of truth-telling is another issue, though.
Maybe if they'd require them, we'd have found the real killers by now.
Starburst: The Juice is Loose
Whether "various physiological characteristics" are reliable signs of truth-telling is another issue, though.
You question our methods, terrorist?
Perhaps it is you that stole the stapler!
Keep your packets off my GNU/Girlfriend!
Wouldn't it be cool to have one pointed at every politician, every time they made public statements?
--Phillip
Can you say BIRTH TAX
Sir Bedevere: There are ways of telling whether she is a witch. ...because they're made of... wood?
Peasant 1: Are there? Oh well, tell us!
Sir Bedevere: Tell me. What do you do with witches?
Peasant 1: Burn them!
Sir Bedevere: And what do you burn, apart from witches?
Peasant 1: More witches!
Peasant 2: Wood!
Sir Bedevere: Correct. Now, why do witches burn?
Peasant 3:
Sir Bedevere: Good. So how do you tell whether she is made of wood?
Peasant 1: Build a bridge out of her!
Sir Bedevere: But don't we also build bridges out of stone?
Peasant 1: Oh yeah.
Sir Bedevere: Now, does wood float in water?
Peasant 1: No, no... Throw her into the pond!
Sir Bedevere: No, no. What else floats in water?
Peasant 1: Bread!
Peasant 2: Apples!
Peasant 3: Very small rocks!
Peasant 2: Cherries! Great lumpy gravy!
Peasant 3: Crutches!
King Arthur: A Duck!
Sir Bedevere: Exactly!
#!/usr/bin/english
Infrared laser pulses
(Wife points TV remote at hubby.)
"Now tell me again where you were until 2:30 last night! And don't think you can get away with lying - I've got my IR polygraph aimed right at your forehead!"
"Provided by the management for your protection."
Kind of like DRM, in that respect.
They couldn't come up with a color for "Modern day torture"... or, more accurately, it was already taken by the "Games" section.
With my dying breath, I curse Zoidberg!