The Friday Five was (and is) down this week. So howzabout the Saturday-8: "Choices"?
Cha. Unless Column B, then Column A isn't possible. So it's got to be Column B. The biggest problem that would cause would be deciding which projects to try to finish before then.
A variant on the Sacrifice of Abraham. If I were somehow convinced that this was the case (either through divine insight, overwhelming evidence, or some guy busting into our house firing off shots at random) ... yeah, I could. Whatever it would take. Did I mention the baseball bat before?
Somehow, that seems easier than the previous one. Work myself up into a froth, and I think I could kill. "Sleep" with someone I absolutely hate (which would be difficult to find, but let's assume it's an Ossama or a Saddam) would be a bit more difficult, oddly enough.
That being said -- yeah, I can think of some wishes (#1 at a minimum) that, with proper wordsmithing to avoid the Diabolical GM Syndrome, I would be willing to compromise myself that much. Of course, it's a lot easier in the (very) hypothetical than in actuality.
Yeesh. Serious hypotheticals here. Um ... each one here seems to be a greater self-compromise -- death, a violent act (of self-defense), a hateful act, and now a tortured act. I don't know that I could do this. I'm pretty certain most of my loved ones wouldn't want me to, but that doesn't enter in here much. I think that were I in such an alert-but-cut-off state, I wouldn't much want to live.
It might depend on the particulars ("the one loved one is going to be spirited away to an alien world where they, too, will live a happy, productive life"), but, in general, no I don't think I could. I could sacrifice myself, but not someone else that way.
I think the nature of the blessing/curse is such that "cared about" could not be the right verb to use. No, I wouldn't.
While sometimes it seems I don't get nearly enough moments of sleep or rest, those I do are quite precious to me, and when I lack them too much, it's hellish. So, no, this deal is a definite uh-uh.
Presumably "survival" is guaranteed here. In either case, assuming I'm convinced of the deal (and some of the parameters of what constitutes happiness), yeah, I think I could do it. And it would probably be Margie. Or maybe Katherine. No, Margie.
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