Earatha
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You're in a desert, walking along in the sand, when all of a sudden you look down and see a tortoise. It's crawling toward you. You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping. Why is that?
Honestly I don't know. This is so outside my character that it's hard to consider. It might be I'm preparing to kill the creature to eat it, but this seems an unnecessarily cruel way to go about that. I value life over death, and if death is necessary or inevitable a swift painless death over one drawn out and suffering.
Off topic, but I find this coincidental as I stopped twice on my way to work to help a turtle cross the street.
A half block away from you, a person with bright pink hair drops a $5 bill. The wind blows it to your feet. The person has now rounded the corner and is no longer visible.
I'd probably chase after them and try to give it back to them. It's THEIRS.
I value effort and a persons effort ultimately belongs to them. I value a stable society, which necessitates a security in ones person and property. And I value my own integrity. All of these necessitate at least an attempt to return the lost property.
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