John, who was much larger than Lisa, decided to hold Lisa down and force the antidote down her throat. Lisa just smirked; she’d replaced the antidote with a lookalike after slipping the real thing into John’s drink earlier in the day. [...] Whatever you think of the ethics of their decision, you can’t help admire the thought processes.
Presumably this is fiction, so we can’t nominate anyone for a Darwin Award.
Although they have eliminated/tried to eliminate themselves from the gene pool, they have done it for ex hypothesi very good reasons. By the logic of your comment, every soldier who ever died deserves a Darwin Award.
I happen to think the Darwin Awards are rather crass anyway, but in any case it makes no sense to laugh at people for failing to maximize inclusive fitness (see this also).
Presumably this is fiction, so we can’t nominate anyone for a Darwin Award.
Although they have eliminated/tried to eliminate themselves from the gene pool, they have done it for ex hypothesi very good reasons. By the logic of your comment, every soldier who ever died deserves a Darwin Award.
I happen to think the Darwin Awards are rather crass anyway, but in any case it makes no sense to laugh at people for failing to maximize inclusive fitness (see this also).