An indeterminate amount of people are tied to the tracks. You can flip the lever as many times as you want. The wider result of your choice is both suffocatingly personal and numbly disconnected from your everyday life. The trolley will continue regardless of your choices and your intentions.

Who will you bind amongst the sea of rope and steel? How far down the line are they from the front of the trolley? Do they deserve to be there?

Does it even fucking matter?