you begin manufacturing explosives in order to demolish all future trolley tracks, trying to ensure nobody is ever forced to choose again. Misunderstanding your purpose, you are arrested, and the people cheer that a terrorist has been brought to justice. Your pleas fall on deaf ears and people insist the trolleys are good, the trolleys are necessary.

True, it’s not a great plan. But it’s not your fault. You can never move on from… the trolley problem.