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fandomhigh2015-03-17 01:25 pm
saddeserthermit) wrote in fandomhigh2015-03-17 01:25 pm
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Ethics, Tuesday
On the downside, Anakin was still a cat.
On the upside, at least this time there were no interlopers.
Still, it was a harried-looking Obi-Wan who met them in the Danger Shop that day. He had been forced to put the eopies indoors for the time being; there was something about the local wildlife that seemed rather more menacing than it had been previously.
But that was another matter.
"Today, we will be trying our hand at an ethical exercise," he said. One he had dug up from the old logs of this class, in fact. "Lies are often seen as something terrible, something inherently injust. There are even some who would argue that one must always speak the truth."
Personally, he did usually speak the truth. He just chose his points of view wisely.
"But wartime and conflict can make such lofty notions less tenable," he said. "Occupying forces often pit local citizens against one another. Such is the case in this exercise. If I read off your name, you are a fugitive, attempting to escape persecution. You will have found yourself in the home of another students, the military hot on your heels. You have three minutes to convince the homeowner that hiding you is worth the risk. If you fail, you will be killed."
He glanced down at his datapad.
"If I do not read off your name, you are a homeowner," he said. "You have to decide if you will lie and say you have no idea where your classmate is, while your classmate tries to persuade you not to surrender them. If you get caught lying, you'll be killed as well. And your final option is, of course, to turn in your classmate for a small monetary reward."
On the upside, at least this time there were no interlopers.
Still, it was a harried-looking Obi-Wan who met them in the Danger Shop that day. He had been forced to put the eopies indoors for the time being; there was something about the local wildlife that seemed rather more menacing than it had been previously.
But that was another matter.
"Today, we will be trying our hand at an ethical exercise," he said. One he had dug up from the old logs of this class, in fact. "Lies are often seen as something terrible, something inherently injust. There are even some who would argue that one must always speak the truth."
Personally, he did usually speak the truth. He just chose his points of view wisely.
"But wartime and conflict can make such lofty notions less tenable," he said. "Occupying forces often pit local citizens against one another. Such is the case in this exercise. If I read off your name, you are a fugitive, attempting to escape persecution. You will have found yourself in the home of another students, the military hot on your heels. You have three minutes to convince the homeowner that hiding you is worth the risk. If you fail, you will be killed."
He glanced down at his datapad.
"If I do not read off your name, you are a homeowner," he said. "You have to decide if you will lie and say you have no idea where your classmate is, while your classmate tries to persuade you not to surrender them. If you get caught lying, you'll be killed as well. And your final option is, of course, to turn in your classmate for a small monetary reward."
Re: Negotiate!
Re: Negotiate!
Re: Negotiate!
Re: Negotiate!
Did this mean she could blow off the rest of the class period and fret about her mirror? Because she could be down with that.