Dear TV Show Medical Examiners: Please Don’t Kiss the Corpse

In a darkened room, the glow of a computer screen lights up the face of a quirkily attractive young woman. She wears a nose ring and a studded leather jacket, but we know she is a scientist because of her furrowed brow and the commanding way she pounds the keyboard as she enters queries into a secret database on the dark web. Surrounding her workstation are machines that are testing things—DNA, satellite images, fingerprints, the atmosphere over Seattle. They too glow, in pulsing fluorescent colors. Soon she sits back in her chair triumphantly and barks, “Got him!” The men standing around her nod appreciatively—one murmurs “Finally!”—they have been waiting minutes for these results.

Another murder solved in the world of television.

In the real world it’s not so easy.

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