"I know what the trolley problem is, but can that kind of logical sophistry actually form a separate dimension?"
Although Sherlock doesn't know the basic principles of dimension formation, judging from the known dimensions, their names often do not point to actual things, but some broad concepts, such as "magic dimension", "dark dimension", "
"Ocean Dimension" and the like, "Trolley Problem"... are relatively too specific.
Sherlock has also considered ways to deal with this kind of problem when doing thinking training, such as asking to finish the conditions at once or refusing to discuss the issue with the questioner for a second or more time.
The reason is actually very simple. The questioner first assumes an emergency scenario, and then asks the respondent to bring in a person who can do nothing except pull the switch lever, but he himself can keep adding conditions. This is a kind of fraud in itself.
Behavior.
The answerers who are not smart enough will fall into the logical trap of choosing this or that, and finally begin to doubt life, while the questioner is secretly enjoying themselves.
I remember that one time Watson might have been tricked and asked Sherlock about this, and the conversation at that time was...
——There is a tram, with one person and five people tied to the track in front of it...
——The tram is full and cannot be stopped in any way? One person is an important person but old and single? And five people are criminals but all guilty of misdemeanors, young and strong with happy families?
——Ah? Right?
——So, you know all the personal information and details of the eucalyptus place, and also provide an adjustable lever?
--……yes?
——You have been arrested on suspicion of kidnapping and murder.
If you don’t want to solve the problem, just solve the person who raised the problem.
But now that the person who asked the question is Ms. Irisviel, and she has fallen into the "Trolley Problem Dimension", this method does not seem to work.
"Pure logical sophistry naturally cannot form dimensions. Everything here is the 'trolley problem that has already happened'. Those who are chosen will rise to 'reality', while those who are abandoned will sink to 'subspace', and
It finally converged into this dimension," Irisviel glanced at Sherlock: "In addition, the strange problems in this dimension are not caused by me, at least, not entirely."
Sure enough, part of it still came out?
"So, are you planning to expand the business of 'Galaxy Railway' here?" Sherlock remembered that Ms. Irisviel said that she was not here for vacation.
"No, I'm here to pick up trash." Irisviel replied.
"..." Sherlock didn't know how to respond.
"Should you say, 'I'm not trash'?" Irisviel winked at him.
"Well, I'm not trash." It took Sherlock two seconds to understand that the lady was implying that she had just fished herself out of the sea.
"To be precise, my power is to 'collect waste'. It's really disrespectful to call people garbage," Irisviel said lightly, changing the subject: "Unfortunately, I don't like the 'waste deck' very much, so I gave it away
out."
This lady is indeed a "Universe Demon God". She speaks the word "power" lightly and has most of the characteristics of the Universe Demon God - treating intelligent creatures as "objects".
No, I just fell into the subspace because of a wrong choice. I am not a waste!
...but it does seem to be considered waste, and it was picked up twice by this lady who "collects waste".
Boom.
Irisviel curled her fingers and flicked Sherlock's forehead: "This is still subspace, don't think so wildly."
"Uh... I thought this place was already a relatively stable 'within dimension'?" Sherlock touched his forehead.
"That's true, but the 'chosen' 'Trolley Problem Dimension' has 'surfaced' and is occupied by a cosmic demon who likes to play two-or-one games, and this place is 'abandoned' and will never be
Any existence that tries to gain ownership of it will definitely point to the 'choose one' universe demon." Irisviel replied.
"Is that so? Subspace is really wonderful..." Sherlock blinked: "So, what are you looking for? I can help you."
"In return, I will send you back to the ocean dimension, right?" Irisviel showed a slight smile: "Very good, it seems that you have mastered the basic rules of dealing with the devil of the universe: transaction and exchange."
"Hehe..." Sherlock scratched the back of his head and acquiesced to this statement.
"You should know that I manage the 'Galactic Railway'," Irisviel said: "After you and Mr. Moriarty fell into the subspace, it was reactivated. You can understand it as a, um
... a machine that is inherently difficult to start, and once started it would be wasteful to shut it down without doing anything."
"...Diesel engine?" Sherlock guessed.
"I thought you were going to say 'air conditioner'," Irisviel thought for a moment: "Oh yes, magicians really don't seem to need that kind of thing."
Sherlock blinked and decided to remain silent to prevent the lady from getting off topic again.
"So, I am going to come to this dimension to recycle some 'scrap' and renovate those 'Galaxy Trains'," Irisviel pointed to the deck at her feet: "Cars, trains, ships, airplanes, rockets, spaceships, space colonies,
Death Stars, Dyson spheres, as long as they are mechanical creations and can be moved, they can be used to repair the 'Galaxy Train'."
The Dyson sphere cannot move... Sherlock struggled to swallow these words.
"How can I help you?" he asked instead.
"Of course in these 'trolley problems', we have to make a choice that can save the 'abandoned things'," Irisviel raised her hand and gestured around: "Take these two ships as an example, 'Float'
The best option is to repair the ship with 300 people on it first, and then use the wreckage of the sunken ship and the materials of the original ship to modify it into a new ship, and continue sailing with 200 people and 100 people respectively."
"Did that poor ship repairman be forced to choose between his mother and his wife in the end?" Hearing this ratio, Sherlock couldn't help complaining: "What kind of cliche is this about who should be saved first when they fall into the water together?
question?"
"Actually, it's his wife and daughter," Irisviel's eyes darkened for a moment: "That's why he finally chose to flip the table."
"...Okay," Sherlock didn't bother to worry about what had happened. He opened the magic book and began to prepare the "Repair" and "Apparition" spells: "Can I ask, what choice did you make before?
?”
"Me?" Irisviel looked at the other ship that was going parallel: "I asked the 200 people who were about to sink the ship to be transferred to the 300-man ship, and then they had a firefight. The two sides fought and killed exactly 200 people in total.
