Lying to everybody but myself

Chapter 1

In this story it's Emily who is being honored and I brought some changes needed: Emily has not 16 but 23 (she was born seven years earlier) and is now a student at the university, Cal and the rest of the characters have the same age as the serie and all of the action remains relatively unchanged.

PS: The subject of this story may offend the sensibility of minds closer (Class K +, maybe T to come), be warned ...

PS 2: I'm french so I try to translate my story but i'm sure this won't be as good as the original, so I'm already sorry for that.

If anyone wants to be a beta to me, feel free to let me know!
Excellent reading to everybody.

Disclaimer: Do not own anything ...

Lying To Everybody But Myself

" The work of Charles Darwin and his many successors have stretched to demonstrate the universality of facial emotions in humans faces.

On this premise, Dr. Paul Ekman has worked extensively on the recognition of thoses emotions and he could identifying and updating the existence of what he called "microexpressions".

Expressions of tiny subtle reveal within 0.25 seconds of emotion on the face of a person.

Such works were subsequently carried particularly in the fields of behavioral science to identify the truth and lies in people.

Dr. Cal Lightman, a world renowned expert in the field of lie detection, has prompted further the experience to find out what he called "the naturals" ...

Among the hundreds of subjects who participated in his experiments, he finds that only 0.2% of the population who followed no training prior to coming to recognize and identify those with near-perfection microexpressions: anger, disgust, fear, surprise, contempt, sadness and joy.

Further analysis of its individuals with exceptional abilities frequently reveal psychological profiles of individuals with difficult childhood ... Victims of abusive parents or having grown up in a fundamentally hostile environment, they have caused, by ingenious coping mechanisms and survival, learn to decipher the intentions of those around them.

What Dr. Lightman and his team did not look at during their research is the existence of a different kind of "natural" ...

Those who can not decrypt, but pretend these microexpressions, those who, to preserve their inner truth, were able to learn to master a level so high it becomes almost impossible to detect what they hide, in short, the perfects liars.

The lie is that the result of a truth that matters little.

This question me and I intend to try to understand through this dissertation that is why, from a high panel of possibilities like repression, deflexion and other avoidance techniques, some humans choose to fight against the truth that way?

Cal Lightman wants to bring out the truth ... I want to shatter the lie. "

Professor Gladwell rested in front of him the research project that he had read and refocus his attention on his most brilliant and promising student who's sat in front of him, on the other side of his desk.

- "Miss you have knowledge that such research work, in addition to being extremely tedious, almost goes against the work of Dr. Cal Lightman?
If this does not pose the only problem to see a graduate student taking up the cons of a world famous talented scientist, for that I am little worried, after all, here at Johns Hopkins we appreciate and encourage the audacity youth. I am more concerned, however, is that scientist in question is also your father ... "

Emily Lightman stared at her very emeritus professor and made a quick grin.

- "In this case I can assure you, my father also encouraged the boldness and intellectual outpouring, I would even say that he researchs it". Sha says very carefully, as always.

Gladwell Henry nodded, smiling.

- "I have no doubt. Your father is he aware of the turn your researchs are following?"

- "Not yet, I must confess that I expected to get your complete blessing before. You will understand without difficulty that the applicant for graduate school for next year as I am about to do, leaves me not really allowed to make mistakes ... I want to be sure that my project is well adjusted with the axes of the laboratory of Hopkins, otherwise I should redirect my choice of subject." Justified the girl with skill.

- "Oh it is ..." Gladwell stated in rubbing his temple with an air of weary. "And now we are rather in short supply of such person that you, miss Lightman, you probably do know the lower level of excellence to which our laboratory has accustomed us unfortunately ... If you were capable, and I know that you are, to carry out such a project is the insured article, and of course my support during the deliberation of acceptances PhD.

Emily winced, however, although the understanding of body language is not his greatest asset, his mentor's speech was somewhat inadequate with his posture.

- "What could this problem arise in this case?" She tried.

- "The way you plan to conduct this study involves a clear certification from the University about your steps, and since most of your theoretical and practical research that will in the Lightman Group, I would not you like me find ourselves in an ideological conflict that would undermine each of the parties involved, if you see what I mean "...

Emily nodded, air reassuring.

- "Do not worry Professor, I will explain my project clearly to the team that welcomed me, I would put in writing all of my assumptions and results so that no gray area still continues ... You have my report in two weeks to the day on your desk if I get the green light of yours.

Emily punctuated the end of her speech with a little knowing smile. As is accustomed, she had been able to foresee and anticipate the concerns of the research supervisor and was eager to settle.

Henry Gladwell returned his smile with a shared enthusiasm and affixed his signature at the bottom of the project before shaking hands with his young protégé and looks her escape out of his office.

The girl definitly promised a thunderous entrance into this world.