ULAQUE: We found ourselves racing against a ravenous swarm of self-replicating extinction.
Our fleets uploaded people by the billions, and then trillions.
There wasn't time to ask people what they wanted.
PUTZHO: That's not actually okay, Ulaque.
ULAQUE: Do you ask the people in a burning building whether or not they want to be saved?
PUTZHO: That's a very different scenario.
ULAQUE: Okay, what if the only way to save people from the flames is to nannybag their heads?
PUTZHO: The mayor is going to have some choice words for the fire chief.