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Hi-Tech grumbled to himself as he denied yet another request for the Pot of Truth from the Vault.
Pushing back from the computer, he stretched in his chair, feeling several pops in his spine as he did so. Yawning, he got up to refresh his coffee, thinking on that item as he did so.
Technically, the Pot of Truth wasn't it real name. It was just the title it'd been given until they could find out what it was really called and it had just stuck afterwards. Made of stone, it was in the shape of a water pot and had some simplistic carvings on it's middle that circled the entire pot.
As for the name, well, if someone were to hold the pot, they couldn't tell any lies until they set the pot back down. Oddly, the pot seemed to 'cling' to the hands of whoever held it for at least thirty minutes, at least, if they held it in their bare hands. Any kind of covering between the pot and their hands seemed to negate the whatever made it cling but it still made them tell the truth.
As such, it was a frequently requested item, either for interrogations (which typically got approval, within reason), or for frivolous uses (which was unfortunately more common and were generally denied right off the bat). While Hi-Tech understood needing to get ensure they got accurate information out of a suspect, he didn't feel use of the pot was justified in trying to find out if someone happened to, say, cheat at the base's weekly poker game.
Letting out a deep breath, Hi-Tech returned to his desk with his refreshed coffee and got back to work on the requests list, approving or denying as needed. It was one of the more boring tasks he was in charge of, but it had to be done.