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 You also failed to answer my question Legga. Ignorance again Professor.

In a way you already did though.

Sorry.

What do you think, I think of you.

You see me as a mindless marionette, someone who is full of themselves, grandiose and puts up a show, not very bright, and probably your enemy. However, given that you've not provoked me recently, I'd say that you still hold that I am at least moderately reasonable and felt that you were somewhat responsible for the backlash you got from me, so you decided to ease on attacks at me, which I noticed and appreciated, unless you did it for your own mental sanity so as not to stoop to a level that is below you. You think that I take myself seriously but pretend I don't, consequently in your view I also lack honor and dignity. But you also have some empathy for me and don't put me in the same bucket as, say, TC, partially because you know I'm a good person, and partially because you can recognize my thought process and it makes sense to you, though you think I'm vain and childish. You believe what I say about me, including my career track record and wealth, but you are currently in the process of squaring that with how much you think I'm not smart, eventually likely concluding that professors and researchers with nearly 100 scientific publications are actually also just sheep without any intellect.

I'd furthermore say that you likely think I'm motivated by a desire to be right, and if I was a character in the book of Don Quixote, I'd likely be Sancho Panza according to you, but a more annoying version, someone who is self righteous and places great importance on being right with less merit than the true Sancho Panza. You also think I'd pull the lever if I got the chance.

Did I get it right?

Not really. It's a simulation, where only the obvious was explored.

The whole point of the simulation is to pretend its real. If you dont pretend its real its kind of pointless.

Like, if I asked you, would you rather have a bigger penis or a forced sex change and "donkey" written on your forehead with permanent lipstick, would you say forced sex change and lipstick donkey on forehead to break the matrix? The point is to pretend its real.

I also said and I quote: "If this game were confined to SC members, who are eccentric, and I had to go first. I'd pull the lever even if the rules were clear and based on my model. "

Did you say that before or after the game started though?

Your game was then rigged for me to go first, while your RNG happened to only land on preset members.

Also when I said I can't that was me saying i'm not playing this game.

Dude.

Excuse me, but is this real or is it a simulation ?

I don't even see your stunt as a simulation, as I was rigged to go first. TWICE NOW, and everyone else is supposed to be RNG.

You're supposed to pretend its real.

Again I quote myself: "If this game were confined to SC members, who are eccentric, and I had to go first. I'd pull the lever even if the rules were clear and based on my model."

Props to those who passed. They are more scientific and worthy of selection for a higher experient.

........You mean the ones who didn't pull the lever?

According to your own logic.... You wouldn't pass then right...?

The outcome is generic, and this is more of a shitshow of ignorance and Tony bashing.

Its not bashing. You could just admit you're wrong. It's hard to ignore it when someone is so obviously wrong but insist they're right out of pride.

Its such a weird hill to die on.

You know it's bad when the guy starts repeating his one escape clause like a madness mantra: 

"If this game were confined to SC members, who are eccentric, and I had to go first. I'd pull the lever even if the rules were clear and based on my model. "

BT said:

Worse than the PTSD and guilt is the more ambiguous legal ramifications.

Even if it's able to be proven the pulling of the lever was done under coercion and that when others failed to pull the lever, the number of victims continued to double (as promised), they will have to issue some sort of repercussions. I hope I am eligible for parole after over thirty-five thousand counts of manslaughter.

No, you get the capital punishment and will die a martyr. Straight to death row. 

ButteredToast's final moments:

BT sits in his death row cell, and a guard walks in. The guard asks BT, what would you like for your final meal? BT, with a tear running down his cheek, says, "I would just like a... buttered toast. That's all." Buttered Toast eats his buttered toast. It was the best toast of his entire life, and BT feels happy to be alive, recalling wonderful memories of his past. Life is so short.

The guard escorts BT to the execution room, where the judge, Spatial, and a whole lot of his followers wait. Spatial says, do you know why you were sentenced to death? BT says: For protecting humanity. Spatial, now with an evil glee, says, no, your crime is that you never achieved true nirvana. Only those chosen ones who didn't pull the lever can be pardoned. Spatial screams: "YOU RUINED THE SIMULATION!" Spatial's hand, closed in a fist thumps on his chest, "HEIL...." and explodes to the air, "HITLER!"

BT, now strapped to the electric chair, starts to be electrocuted. His final thoughts are, hmm, interesting, electrons are running through my body, and also whether or not the kill count from the trolley problem should be  32768 or 32769. He thinks, maybe life really is a simulation. Maybe I should've listened to Spatial. 

BT waits for his eventual departure, but then he notices something. His entire body is inflamed, the electric chair is not stopping. Fuck, Spatial purposely rigged the electric chaie, he didn't soak the sponge on BT's head, like the guard in that movie Green Mile, so BT is now being burned alive. But of course, why would Spatial explore the ordinary option when you can make buttered toast a literal toast? Life is a simulation, after all, and we are here to break the matrix. BT's entire body is burning as he slowly toasts alive. Spatial smells the air with delight and screams, "CWISPYY!" The stench of human flesh fills the room, and the guards are ordered to place butter on BT's head. From toaster you came, and to the toaster you will go. Toast to toast, butter to butter. 

BT's soul escapes into heaven. As he departs, he looks down. Spatial is still pulling the lever, repeatedly and in disbelief. He wants to bring back the choo choo train so he can win the simulation.

I think BT would prefer Hell so he can make toast.