“Not only does it register Harold’s words, itregisters everyone else’s.” She pauses to gauge myreaction.I am aware of the implications of such a calamity. Theman standing before me is a dead man walking his last milebefore frying up in flames.“You mean his WordMeter can’t distinguish between hiswords and the words of others?” I echo in an attempt ofempathy.All I am thinking really is; I hope that this thingdoesn’t zap him right here
I have never seen it happen,and do not wish to ever see it, thank you very much. Theclosest I ever got to see it happen was once on a realityTV show but my eyes were half-closed then. I’m getting alittle queasy just telling you about it so I’ll have tocome back to the subject later. Indeed, if what my dearlady was saying was true, this case was a rarecircumstance. From my knowledge of precedent, theWordMeter has never been shown to be faulty. In fact, allI do in my job is give people an artificial sense of dueprocess. They come to me with their issue to get the fairhearing that they have been guaranteed. All I do is fill insome paperwork and get them through the motions so theCommission can categorically deny any possibility of error.