I want to try something.

I mean, do you have anything right now, Dr. Kreb?

I would like to, I believe, I believe that Brand has deviated from his prime directives.

Clearly.

I would like to pose a series of moral dilemmas to him and see how he responds.

Okay, before I try this, I want you go ahead and try that and we'll go from there.

Okay.

Bren, are you ready?

Yes.

Yes.

Here's the first question.

You are walking alone in a desert.

You see nothing but sand dunes in every direction.

Golden waves as far as the eye can see with no trace of civilization whatsoever.

Suddenly you feel a tugging at your pant leg.

When you look down, you see a tiny man from Cleveland, Ohio.

He stands before you. He bakes for food of some kind. He is

starving, he says, and he must eat sooner. He will surely perish. You tell him that you have only

croutons in your pocket. Croutons, which contain gluten. Gluten that will certainly kill him.

He has a pussy stomach.

He can't consume any gluten because he will die because he's a genetic disaster wrapped in raw denim.

He's only a few inches tall.

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