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"Can a cat have forward motion without a human operator? Let’s pretend it can."

I broke the conversation at that point to throw in a factoid.

The Caterpillars I operated, including DH8, D9L, and D10L, all had a hand throttle and a decelerator pedal. I thought about that and you may find this to be interesting. That design feature of that vehicle makes the operator choose to turn the thing on and it will then go amok if the operator does not choose to turn it back off, in other words: a decelerator pedal has to be kept, or held, off because failure to keep the decelerator pedal off causes the pedal to move to full throttle by way of a heavy spring built into the system.

You did not know that, apparently, but that is a fact, and an odd fact I thought about as I was in my 30 odd years of age at the time, or early 40s, and I saw most of the other operators of these Cats as old people ready to die of heart attacks, and then what is supposed to happen as the decelerator is no longer pushed against the spring and the CAT, which can level your house, and the next house, and the next house, on down the block, if the blade is set right, and the operator is no longer operating it?

Back to the discussion:

"Let’s say the human has a heart attack while at the wheel."

As difficult as this may be to believe, I did not read that sentence before writing all those words before I read that sentence. In fact, that is the case, or it was the case when I operated those machines, many times while sleeping, yes sleeping, as my cuts were often flat as a freeway by the time I woke up a the hopper - each time.

This is a fact, I lived through it, time after time, 12 hours a day, a whole summer, flying down the hill I just made, a long road down from the hooper, down and then up a very steep bank, drop the blade, and start cutting the path again, moving tons of "material" (raw earth) down the bank, up through the curve at the bottom, up the hill, straight, and into the hopper. It was exiting, very busy, like a game on the way down and then dropping the blade, to race back up before the hopper ran out, but the climb up the hill, using only one hand on one lever to control the machine, no feet used, since the engine is kept at full power, droning, droning, onwards slowly, like music to my ears, and then I wake up just before the hopper. Drop the material into the hopper, back down the hill, slam the blade down, and go back to sleep.

I will question those facts later in life, I suppose, since it is unbelievable, even to me. But a whole summer of unbelievability tends to persist in my mind, it was not a one time thing, an isolated case, it was repetitive, over, and over, and over again.

12 hours a day, no brakes for rest, food and water in a lunch box, sometimes no air conditioning, sweat literally pouring out my pores, 113 degrees outside, and the doors and windows of glass had to be closed or the dust would remove oxygen and visibility, and I was having fun, adventure, challenge, defying death, torturous death, and getting paid about 20 Federal Reserve Notes per hour to boot.

I tried everything to stay awake, singing, talking to myself, shouting, pinching, but it happened over, and over, and over again, waking up just before the hopper, looking back, a smooth path.

Once in awhile I'd wake up on a very bumpy road and I could look back and see where the rhythm was broken, and I'd have to back up and start again, but that would cost me an empty hopper, which was very bad, because filling an empty hopper caused a lot of spillage all the way up the conveyor line, requiring a lot of shoveling, and very angry coworkers, and very angry bosses if they heard about it, too many times.

So I went off topic.

" Let’s say the tool, the cat, continues in forward motion and begins to wreak all kinds of havoc. Let’s say the cat runs over a human. Who is at fault? The tool did it. The human behind the wheel has a heart attack and is dead. Who ran over the innocent human."

Again, I did that willfully, knowing the possible consequences, and a dead person, me, or someone else, could be blamed, for getting in my way, the fact that we are mere humans, and individuals, remains the same fact, I certainly hold myself accountable, and willfully so, while someone else, someone not thinking it through, could do the same thing, and the dead person is still dead, the ignorant killer does not do so willingly, I did, I turned the thing on, knowing what can happen, time and time again, for adventure, or for Federal Reserve Notes, or just to get the damn hopper filled and keep the other people off my back.

The machine is the tool, and it was not designed to be operated by narcoleptic operators, as far as I know, but that same question can be rephrased from another angle. Who designs a lie? What it is for?
Who invents a nuclear bomb, what it is for? Who orders the invention to be produced, what is the intended result?

I intended to fill a hopper, each time. There are risks, I knew them, and can you imagine the cost of insurance if the insurance provider knew that the insured person was falling asleep while being insured?

What is the cost of an insurance policy for accidental deployment of a nuclear device when considering the fact that they controls are put in the hands of sociopaths, narcissists, pathological liars, and psychopaths?

I suppose that I am wandering off your specific set of boundaries.

"If I remember right his father turned the machine, the tool, off."

In context, if I may, there are always risks, God didn't create paradise on earth, no pain, no risks, no bad things, ever. Here is life, there are the tools, try to know better, because failure can cost you your life, or worse?

"In our examples. Did the tool, the cat, kill a man and perhaps did the tool, the lawn mower, kill my uncle, is it possible, that the tool, the hay bailer almost killed my father?"

In context, competitive reply take 2, if accountability is accounted to the tool, and the tool is therefore no longer used, by those individuals who know better, does that same human, individual, sovereign, decision made by those people also, by some power, remove access to that tool from other people who may, or may not, find the tool to be beneficial to someone, and of no cost to anyone?

Again, are we talking about a pointed stick or a virus that once invented, once produced, once turned on, destroys all life on earth?

In either case the device is invented, produced, and turned on, and not by accident, and not by a tool, but by a human being, unless you wish to make this principle even more complicated by considering tools that are designed for good things, robots perhaps, and then robots, where robots are able to decide for themselves, willfully, and then they take over, and they kill all life on earth with no more additional help from mankind, unless we are made into perpetual slaves instead of made into dust?