Yes, I know. Yet the fact that you keep replying, as I said (and you haven’t read, I know), tells me that you are at least a bit interested in the scenario. Which I love for you and I love for me. It’s nice to be interested in things, just as it’s nice to have someone be interested in your things (my scenario in this case). Are you going to choose a sandwich at some point?
Again with this genocide that is nowhere to be found in the scenario. Fascinating. Where are you getting this? Do you need me to describe the scenario again? You’re in a small, imaginary room. There is nothing in that room except a chair that you’re sitting on and a machine that is going to forcefeed you either a shit sandwich or a shit sandwich drenched in vomit. There is no living being other than you in that room. There is no way to contact anyone. Nothing else is happening in that imaginary room, you have no power over the situation except that one choice of which sandwich you are going to be forcefed. Afterwards you will be returned to your life and you can choose death if you like. right now, that is not an option that is available to you. And again, just to make sure: do not worry, this is not a real situation, it is imaginary, it is entirely in your head, nobody is planning on putting you in such a room. No need to be scared, you are in a safe space, I’m simply asking you to imagine this situation.
Yes, I know. Yet the fact that you keep replying, as I said (and you haven’t read, I know), tells me that you are at least a bit interested in the scenario. Which I love for you and I love for me. It’s nice to be interested in things, just as it’s nice to have someone be interested in your things (my scenario in this case). Are you going to choose a sandwich at some point?
I would choose death rather than support a genocide, that’s just me though.
Again with this genocide that is nowhere to be found in the scenario. Fascinating. Where are you getting this? Do you need me to describe the scenario again? You’re in a small, imaginary room. There is nothing in that room except a chair that you’re sitting on and a machine that is going to forcefeed you either a shit sandwich or a shit sandwich drenched in vomit. There is no living being other than you in that room. There is no way to contact anyone. Nothing else is happening in that imaginary room, you have no power over the situation except that one choice of which sandwich you are going to be forcefed. Afterwards you will be returned to your life and you can choose death if you like. right now, that is not an option that is available to you. And again, just to make sure: do not worry, this is not a real situation, it is imaginary, it is entirely in your head, nobody is planning on putting you in such a room. No need to be scared, you are in a safe space, I’m simply asking you to imagine this situation.
So we’ve moved on from analogy and now your literally fantasizing about eating shit? Get help, man.
We’ve moved nowhere, we’re still in the initial scenario because you either, for some reason, won’t choose or want the decision made for you.
I’m done here. Goodbye.
Aw. Alright, just remember that in real life the machine wouldn’t take that as an answer, unfortunately.