You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) — and what questions would you ask?
“We have ways of making you talk. . . .”
Aren’t those chilling words? I mean, really, you picture some poor soul tied to a chair under a bright light while ugly men with weapons of torture stand around grinning in anticipation.
I feel exactly the same way about administering truth serum to someone, with or without their permission. I wouldn’t do it. If someone is lying to me, that makes me unhappy. However, I would worry that hearing the absolute truth would make me even more unhappy.
For instance, “Do these pants make my behind look fat?”
“Yes, because it IS fat, you silly cow.”
Or, “Do you like my grey hair, or does it makes me look too old?”
“No, I don’t like it. You look like Hagatha, and that’s because you ARE old, you silly twit.”
How about, “Do you still love me as much as when we first got married?”
“I can’t remember when we first got married. It was 89 years ago. You expect me to remember ANYTHING that happened 89 years ago?”
Okay, enough silliness. No, I would not administer truth serum. What I don’t know won’t hurt me.