You're up awfully early.
And you're asleep.
You really think we can have a meaningful conversation?
I can try? Who is it that gives our conversations meaning?
So here's what I want to discuss?
Listen, you told me shh last night. You get one shh every twenty-four hours.
It is Texas.
Oh. Shoot. But make it quick.
Do you realize I fall asleep over and over again?
And then get woked. Or is it waked? In any case, the Chinese could hire your as a torture chamber.
This is important.
I said shoot. And... make it fast.
Well, I'm going to ride a Segway today. And I want to know if I lose control and run into a crowd, should I aim for a spot with the least number of people?
Of course. Unless you are overly concerned with the latest census.
Now... if you were a trolley car driver, and your trolley brake was busted and you were barreling down the track, and you could either kill five people, or pull the switch and go down another track and kill one... what would you do?
Oh... this is torture. I'm not a trolley car driver... but if I was and you were the one...
Funny. One more question and you'll get my point. Or not.
Shoot. Aim for my head or the heart, please.
You are a surgeon. You have six patients, five of whom are dying and need a critical and different transplant. And you have one (healthy) patient who has all the needed organs. Unfortunately, he (or she) could not live without them. Would you kill one patient to save five?
Are you the one patient?
(Dedicated to Philippa Foot, great moral philosopher.)
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