Let´s play the imaginary game.
Let´s imagine you´ve been put in a room with a big glass panel separating you from ten strangers. You can see them through the glass. They look like your average middle-aged men. There is a speaker allowing you to hear what they say.
Let´s say that there were two buttons in this room.
One button results in the room the strangers are in getting lit on fire. Complete with them screaming in agony and you hearing every single second of it. But you come out okay. Noone will ever know or believe you if you tell them.
The other button will administer a lethal injection of let´s say...poison into your body. You won´t feel a thing, but you will die. The strangers however, will live on.
So. What matters most to you?
Me? Screw them, my own life is more important! Even though i´d feel like crap.
Let´s imagine you´ve been put in a room with a big glass panel separating you from ten strangers. You can see them through the glass. They look like your average middle-aged men. There is a speaker allowing you to hear what they say.
Let´s say that there were two buttons in this room.
One button results in the room the strangers are in getting lit on fire. Complete with them screaming in agony and you hearing every single second of it. But you come out okay. Noone will ever know or believe you if you tell them.
The other button will administer a lethal injection of let´s say...poison into your body. You won´t feel a thing, but you will die. The strangers however, will live on.
So. What matters most to you?
Me? Screw them, my own life is more important! Even though i´d feel like crap.