Jules:
Hey – this looks like some ripped guts.
Philyra:
I'm tempted to start a rant!
Jules:
Spare me . . .
Philyra:
Do you have a stopwatch?
Jules:
I'd better say "no".
Philyra:
Don't worry. I'll only rant for 60 seconds: thereasonitlookslikerippedgutsisbecausethereistoomuchviolenceinoursociertyandthisis inducedbyoutmeatdiet-Iknowyoudon'twannathinkaboutit-we'retrainednottothinkon manylevels-mostsoldiersaretrainednottothinkaboutthepeopletheyslaughter-we' realsotrainednottothinkabouttheanimalsweslaughter-fromearlyonwefilteroutlots ahunpleasantries.
Jules:
I follow you precisely. You have 20 more seconds . . .
Philyra:
Non-thinking:isn'tthatwhatallowsgrislyhorrortobecomesimpleroutine?Justbypassawarenessandswitchtoautomaticpilot?Nothinkingpersonforexamplecoulddomanyahthethingsthatsolidierslearntodoautomatically.
Jules:
Thime's up! Thank you for your brilliant narrative (sigh).
