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The Trolley Problem

T̷̨h͞ìs ̨l͝es͞şo̷͏̕ǹ͟'҉s̵̢̢ ҉w̸͘ay ͜͏ţ͟o̸͜o̵ ̶̛b̴̧͠or̕iǹ͝g͞͞!̸ ̧T̕͠͠h̕ȩ̧͢ ̡͜b͟o̴̡y̨̨ ͢t̶̷ho̵ug̷h̀t̢̀̀.͜ ̶̢W̨͝h̛į͟͠le d̷̢o̕ź̛͘i͢͠͠n̴̸͏g̴͢ ͡ò̷͡f̸̡f̨͟͠ ̶̕dur͘i̡n̸g͜͡ cla̶̶̕s҉̸s̨͠͡,͢ ̀͢a ̧v̕o̷͢͡i͘͝͡c̨͢ę ͝ó̸̀n͠҉̡ ̶̸̧hi̛s͞ ̶̢͟ḑr̕͡͏e͟am̨ s͞pe̵̡̛a͏͡k͞s͏ ̸a̶n͢͞͡d͜͞ a͟s҉ks҉͜ ͜ḩ͡ím ̡̀ą̷ ͏͝q̴͞u̸͡e͜s͡t̴i̢͞o͏ǹ̶.͘͠ ͏T̵hè̸̢ ̀͝T͘͠r҉͏́ò̴l̸͢l̛̀͢e̷͢͞y̡͘ ҉P̵̢r̡ob͢҉l͠e̶m̸̴.̶͞ ͟A̵͜ ̕m̵̨o̵͝r̡̛al ͠d̸i̷͡lęm̸̕ma҉.̸͞͞ ̧͢͡"͝҉͘Wí̶l̀͞ĺ҉ y̕̕͢o̴u̕͏ ̀s̡a̴c̵̶͘r̡̛i͟f͢͟ic͡҉̸è̛͞ ͢͜oņe͏͏̴ ̴̢͢p̛͟͏e̵r̸̀͟so̸ń ͘t͏o ̶̡͜sa̶͟͜v͏̧e̷̡͘ f̛̛͡i̸̷̕v̢͜é͟?͢͟͝"̶ ̷T̢h̸̛e͞ ̧̢͝b́ǫy̵͘͏ ̨conf́̕i͟ḑ͟e̶͜n̶͝t̶͢l̨y͘̕͝ anş̶́w̸er̛s̕͘͞,̛ ̵̛s͢҉a͘͜͞y̨͏͘in͘͝g̢ ̀̕t͏͜h̨a̵t͟͡ ̵͢h͡è̶͞'͡͏d́͘͘ ̀͟s̀͠a͏̴ćr͠͡i̧͡f̀͜i̕c̴͟e ̷̛h͟͝í͜m̡͡s̛e̡͜ĺf ̨̕i̵̛ņş͘͢tȩ̴͜a̛͟d̛ ̵i͘͡f̵͢ ͝t͠h͝at̀ ͏̧̨c̛͠o͏u̸͟͞l̵̛͝d ̸̡ş̵͘a̡͘͡v̵̕͜e ̵҉s̨͝į͡x́ p̴̴͠e̕op͝l͞e.̢ ̢͏U̵̴p̛͝o҉̵n͠͏ ̨͘w̕a̛͠k͜i͞n̴͘g u̡҉̵p̷͏,͢ ̶h͝ís͟ ̷̕͝lí̶̧f̨ę̷ ͘͟bȩ̷̸c̷a̴m̡e ͝u͡n̸̕u͞s̴̵̡ų̀͟al̨l͟y͢͝ ̸e̴̡̛ven̸t̶̨f͠ul̵͠.̶ ̢I̧f̡̕ ̨̕he̡ ͏͜e̵͏̢x̕p̛͝e̵r̵ię̛n͜͢c̸e͜͡s̀ ҉̀s͘͢͝o̡͏m̶e̸̛t͞h̛͜i̶҉҉n̴g ͟s̷̡i͢͏m͡͏i͏̛l̴aŕ͜ ͟t̨͢o͞ ̛͡th͜͜é ̛͘͞t̸͜r̛o͜͡l͘l͡͝e̵̷̕ỳ̶̨ ͘pr̛̕͟o̴̶b̷͜le̕҉m̧,̵͠ ͞w̷̸i̷̵̛l̛l̴ h҉ę̛ ̸b̕e͠ a̸̴b͘ļ͡é̸ t̴ó ͘s͟t̡͢a̧n̷҉d ̛b̷̕͝y̷̨ ̸h̶i̢̕s̨͜ s͟͜e̶͝l̸͏̢f̵̢l͞e̵̴ss͡͏̡ ̨wo̡r̷̨d̶͏s̀?̶͟

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Catastrophe

"Why don't you go first?" I said, expecting her to give me a format on how to introduce myself properly. "Hey, that's kinda rude ya know?" She said. Still smiling. Her face doesn't match her words. I cleared my throat. "Fine I'll do it. I'll consider it as practice." I started my introduction. "I'm Maki. Maki Asagawa. I'm fine with being called Maki. I'm probably a year older than you but don't hesitate to approach me anytime. I like three things. Anime, games and good looking girls. I'm looking forward to a great school year, classmate."

"Maki? That's a girl's name right?" She says, giggling like an idiot. As far as I know, it's a unisex name. "Anyway" She continues. "Hi, I'm Maya Yumegami. I was a student council member last year so I'm... well known if I say so myself. Seeing as ya don't recognize me means that ya just transferred here. If you're concerned with anything, I'm just seated in front of you."

To tell you something, I actually studied here before. I just dropped out, so she might not have seen me. So she was that "Maya". I heard about her from my classmates before I dropped out last year. People rate her 9/10 on how "wifeable" she is. And now, I agree. Solid 9/10.

She looked at the wall mounted clock on the room. Seeing the time, she swiftly packed her bento box and placed it on her bag. "Prepare yourself, Maki!" She exclaimed. I nodded. I know what she was talking about. It's this.

There are 10 minutes left until classes start. The sound of people marching. It's like there's a war between two countries. This is the thing I need to prepare for. We call it the

10 minutes of       catastrophe: student rush

It is truly a catastrophe. An XK-class end of the world scenario. Terrifying. The sound of people running in the halls, shouting as they run to bid goodbye to their friends on the other classrooms. True chaos. The sound pierces through the rooms and people shouting, telling the others to stop making noise while being completely oblivious to the fact that they're adding to the noise themselves. We only need to wait. At the five minute mark, the noise becomes unbearable as countless doors are being slammed. Students rushing inside and pulling out their chairs. In a few minutes, the classroom is completely filled with students. Our classmates. And there was silence. If you aren't paying attention you might think that you've become deaf. This brings a whole new meaning to "deafening silence" This is the true hell in the 10 minutes of catastrophe. People just checking their phones or combing their hair, waiting for the teacher to come. The silence in the room has a menacing aura. The atmosphere in this room is one thing I won't ever forget.