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I was in a massive lecture hall taking a history final exam. I had a computer keyboard to help me type up the essays. At one point, I pounded my fist into the keys, effectively compressing more than six keys simultaneously. This triggered all the lights to go off. Red lights began flashing and alarms were sounding. A professor, who was a very intimidating guy in his 50’s or 60’s, began yelling. He asked who was the one that cheated on the exam. After no one answered, he simply began the meticulous process of reading through every single student’s exam. Since that would take all day, I finally spoke up, telling him that I was the one he was looking for. He called me down to the floor, and I was happy to oblige, because I never cheated. As I was helping him look through my exam, I slowly began to realize that it is impossible to detect cheating just by looking through the exam. I let him finish, and I went back to my seat. Corey was next to me, and he said that I handled that quite well. Two people came from some back storage room carrying the manufacturer’s box for the keyboard. They showed me a warning on the side of the box, which instructed the user to never compress six keys simultaneously.