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and began to assemble the rather simple polygraphic instruments. "You may send the first
testee in," he informed Eldon Rosen, who now looked more haggard than ever.
"I'd like to watch," Rachael said, also seating herself. "I've never seen an empathy test
being administered. What do those things you have there measure?"
Rick said, "This" — he held up the flat adhesive disk with its trailing wires — "measures
capillary dilation in the facial area. We know this to be a primary autonomic response, the so
— called 'shame' or 'blushing' reaction to a morally shocking stimulus. It can't be controlled
voluntarily, as can skin conductivity, respiration, and cardiac rate." He showed her the other
instrument, a pencil-beam light. "This records fluctuations of tension within the eye muscles.
Simultaneous with the blush phenomenon there generally can be found a small but
detectable movement of — "
"And these can't be found in androids," Rachael said.
"They're not engendered by the stimuli-questions; no. Although biologically they exist.
Potentially."
Rachael said, "Give me the test."
"Why?" Rick said, puzzled.
Speaking up, Eldon Rosen said hoarsely, "We selected her as your first subject. She may
be an android. We're hoping you can tell." He seated himself in a series of clumsy motions,
got out a cigarette, lit it and fixedly watched.


FIVE

The small beam of white light shone steadily into the left eye of Rachael Rosen, and against
her cheek the wire-mesh disk adhered. She seemed calm.
Seated where he could catch the readings on the two gauges of the Voigt-Kampff testing
apparatus, Rick Deckard said, "I'm going to outline a number of social situations. You are to
express your reaction to each as quickly as possible. You will be timed, of course."
"And of course," Rachael said distantly, "my verbal responses won't count. It's solely the
eye-muscle and capillary reaction that you'll use as indices. But I'll answer; I want to go
through this and — " She broke off. "Go ahead, Mr. Deckard."
Rick, selecting question three, said, "You are given a calfskin wallet on your birthday."
Both gauges immediately registered past the green and onto the red; the needles swung
violently and then subsided.
"I wouldn't accept it," Rachael said. "Also I'd report the person who gave it to me to the
police."
After making a jot of notation Rick continued, turning to the eighth question of the Voigt-
Kampff profile scale. "You have a little boy and he shows you his butterfly collection, including
his killing jar."
"I'd take him to the doctor." Rachael's voice was low but firm. Again the twin gauges
registered, but this time not so far. He made a note of that, too.
"You're sitting watching TV," he continued, "and suddenly you discover a wasp crawling on
your wrist."
Rachael said, "I'd kill it." The gauges, this time, registered almost nothing: only a feeble
and momentary tremor. He noted that and hunted cautiously for the next question.
"In a magazine you come across a full-page color picture of a nude girl." He paused.
"Is this testing whether I'm an android," Rachael asked tartly, "or whether I'm
homosexual?" The gauges did not register.
He continued, "Your husband likes the picture." Still the gauges failed to indicate a
reaction. "The girl," he added, "is lying face down on a large and beautiful bearskin rug." The