A stray bullet from a gang shootout flies straight at your head.
You have absolutely no way of stopping the missile. It is going to hit your brain.
Suddenly the fabric of time stops and a suited man materialized instantly at your side. You find yourself unable to move, but, somehow, you can hear the mysterous man speak to you in a overly formal english accent
"You might be wondering who I am," he begins "but that is most inconsequential. What deserves your consideration is the bullet in front of you. You see, I am unable to stop that bullet from piercing your brain; it is against the rules, you see."
He senses your desperation and lets it linger before he begins again:
"Now what I Can do is give you a choice." His tone turns even more serious and businesslike, "if you rush to tilt your head to the left, you will survive but you introverted intuition function will be rendered unusable for the rest of your life. Now if you rush to tilt your head right, you will survive as well, but your introverted sensing function will be rendered unusable for the rest of your life. If you turn into any other direction, you will just die"
He holds three fingers in front of you. He lowers the fist one: 2. Then 1. Then you are out of fingers.
"Choose wisely"
Time starts at a sloughed pace, as if it has been woken up from a nap. You feel the power of movement, once more. In the drawn out split second, you turn you head ____________
You have absolutely no way of stopping the missile. It is going to hit your brain.
Suddenly the fabric of time stops and a suited man materialized instantly at your side. You find yourself unable to move, but, somehow, you can hear the mysterous man speak to you in a overly formal english accent
"You might be wondering who I am," he begins "but that is most inconsequential. What deserves your consideration is the bullet in front of you. You see, I am unable to stop that bullet from piercing your brain; it is against the rules, you see."
He senses your desperation and lets it linger before he begins again:
"Now what I Can do is give you a choice." His tone turns even more serious and businesslike, "if you rush to tilt your head to the left, you will survive but you introverted intuition function will be rendered unusable for the rest of your life. Now if you rush to tilt your head right, you will survive as well, but your introverted sensing function will be rendered unusable for the rest of your life. If you turn into any other direction, you will just die"
He holds three fingers in front of you. He lowers the fist one: 2. Then 1. Then you are out of fingers.
"Choose wisely"
Time starts at a sloughed pace, as if it has been woken up from a nap. You feel the power of movement, once more. In the drawn out split second, you turn you head ____________
