This has become the Salem TypoC witch sensor trials.
First order of business. The accused, Ms.Jenaphor, has been charged with the crime of heightened levels of sensory perception, accelerated far beyond that of normal human levels. Her accuser, one Mr.King-of-despair, claims she came to him in a dream in a wisp-like state, cutting through the dense fog of the sultry midnight air and accurately recalled to him, in great detail, the contents of his wardrobe over the last 7 consecutive business days. He then says she began gliding around the room, on thin air no less, and speaking in some undecipherable tongue while professing her disdain for theory and the logic of man.
How do you plead? Remind you that if you confess your sins you shall be met some degree of mercy, otherwise, if found guilty you shall be burned at the stake when the light of dawn extends just over the horizon.
I plead "guilty" but no leniency is required. Now that I'm a Si-Fi-er, martyrdom and heroinism have been fully embraced. I die for the benefit of all sensors!
Disclaimer: In three days, something speshul will happen.