I think I want a camera that shows me what you really think. Shows me your cogs when you say, “No, I really love you” shows me your wheels when you say, “No, really, you are so pretty.” The camera would be painful; boring through your skull and brains and stuff. I’m sorry in advance for that. It is a downfall. It is the tiniest bit you will suffer so that I may know the truth. I’m guessing you won’t want it installed. You just said, “You guessed right.” I guess I don’t need a camera after all.