The Collection of The End

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"I know what the trolley problem is, but can that kind of logical sophistry actually have its own 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 Dimensions" and the like, "The 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 can keep adding conditions. This in itself is a kind of fraud. Behavior.

The answerers who are not smart enough will fall into the logical trap of choosing this or that incorrectly, and finally begin to doubt life, while the questioner is secretly enjoying themselves.

I remember once that 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? Someone important but old and single? And five people are criminals but they all committed misdemeanors, they are young and strong and have 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, 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'. The ones that are chosen will rise to 'reality', while the ones that 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 'Galaxy Railway' business here?" Sherlock remembered that Ms. Irisviel had 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 woman was implying that she had just fished him out of the sea.

"To be precise, my power is to 'collect waste'. It's really disrespectful to call it garbage," Irisviel said lightly, changing the topic: "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 she also has most of the characteristics of the Universe Demon God - treating intelligent creatures as an 'item'.

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, so don't think so wildly."

"Uh... I thought this 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 trying to gain ownership of it, because the 'choice' for 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 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, deciding to remain silent in case the woman went 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, The Death Star and Dyson Sphere, as long as they are mechanical creations and can be moved, 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 choice 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 overturn 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 parallel to each other: "I asked the two hundred people who were about to sink the ship to move to the ship with three hundred people. Then they had a firefight, and a total of just two people were killed in the battle. Hundreds of people."

"..."