The touch of the machine they will use to open my brain is so fine it can probe rice paper without cutting it. They may already have begun, and I wouldn’t know. It’s a medical technology, a very sophisticated and important one. In fact, many people emerge from this room—from these rooms, because there are many of them—healthier than when they arrived. Unsuspected blood clots can be dealt with, cancers purged, sorrows averted. If the pages of my mind are innocent, there will be no consequence to this encounter beyond a few lost hours. When my mother was a child, they still had to serve jury duty: days of unproductive dithering over matters of fact and intent which are now closed questions. May we be preserved from that! The Witness sees, the machine divines, the evidence is inside us. It is a far more complete justice than anything you can do with he-said-she-said. It just is. And beyond that it makes you healthy, so it’s really win–win.