| 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: (pause) Thereasonitlookslikerippedgutsisbecausethereistoomuchviolenceinoursociertyandthisisinducedbyoutmeatdiet-Iknowyoudon'twannathinkaboutit-We'retrainednottothinkonmanylevels-Mostsoldiersaretrainednottothinkaboutthepeopletheyslaughter-We'realsotrained nottothinkabouttheanimalsweslaughter-Fromearlyonwefilteroutlotsahunpleasantries. |
| Jules: | I follow you precisely. You have 20 more seconds . . . |
| Philyra: | Non-thinking:isn'tthatwhatallowsgrislyhorrortobecomesimpleroutine?Justbypassawarenessandswitchtoautomaticpilot?Nothinkingperson,forexample,coulddomanyahthethingsthatsolidierslearntodoautomatically. |
| Jules: | Thime's up! Thank you for your brilliant narrative (sigh) |
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