[ WP ] You wake up to find yourself in a room with 5 doors . They are labeled 'peace ' , 'honor ' , 'truth ' , 'power ' and 'fortune ' . Which door do you choose to open and what happens ?

In hindsight, I can only blame myself. 
 
 Four of the five doors were wooden, the wood a sturdy, dark wood, oak perhaps, all polished to a high gloss. Each door was labeled with an austere bronze plaque, a single word engraved into it in handsome, serifed characters. They made me think of boardrooms and libraries. 
 
 The fifth door, by contrast, was plain gray metal. There was no plaque. Instead, the word was stenciled directly onto the door. Whenever I looked around the room, I found my gaze being drawn back to that door, to those thick black letters that read simply POWER. 
 
 I thought about Solomon in the Bible. Offered anything he wanted by God, he asked only for wisdom. And of course God rewarded him by giving him not only wisdom, but wealth and riches and power and all the other things that he had been cunning enough not to ask for outright. If it worked for Solomon, maybe it would work for me. So which door to choose? 
 
 FORTUNE was tempting, but it was too obviously self-serving. I pushed away the mental image of villas and swimming pools and girls in bikinis -- the lottery winner fantasy, if you like. If I picked fortune, whatever that meant, it would be pretty clear that I was thinking only of myself, choosing the greediest, most unimaginative option. 
 
 HONOR was another easy one to eliminate. I do n't think we even know what the word means any more. Did I want people to say of me `` he was an honorable man''? That's like saying `` He had big hands.'' Possibly true, but where does it get you? 
 
 TRUTH was a little trickier. Because who would n't want to know who really killed JFK? Or whether there's intelligent life on other worlds? But what if choosing TRUTH meant that rather than knowing the truth, you could only ever speak the truth? That could be pretty damn inconvenient. Better stay away from truth. 
 
 So that left PEACE. A nice, selfless thing to choose. Solomon would have spotted that one right off. Go for peace, and maybe you'll get a nice little pat on the head for making the right choice. Yes, peace was definitely the one. 
 
 Except... 
 
 My eyes were drawn back to that plain gray steel door and those stenciled black letters that read POWER. And the more I tried not to look at it, the more I wanted to know what was behind it. Because with power, with enough power, could n't you get everything else? Fortune, honor, truth, maybe even peace? 
 
 I acted on impulse. I reached out, grasped the handle, and pulled the door open. It was dark inside, but I groped in the dark and -- 
 
 The shock blew me halfway across the room. The flash dazzled me, and my nostrils were filled with the smell of my own burning flesh. 
 
 It was my own fault. I freely admit that. But, seriously, would it have killed whoever built that room to remember to write the word ELECTRICAL before POWER on that damned door?
