Saving your life requires killing the person who injured you. You okay with that?

Absurd hypothetical time. Here’s the sitch:

Let’s say you’re on your way meet your dear friend Suzie Q – hypergenius technomage and former Rhymer Enterprises employee, fired for being insufficiently evil – for lunch. Just before you get to the restaurant you feel a sudden sharp pain, then pass out. The next thing you know you are back in your own house, with Suzie stnading before you. Oddly she’s entirely naked, making you glad she is a dead ringer for Helena Bonham Carter.

“What’s going on?” you ask. “Why are we naked? And how long was I unconscious?”

“You’re still unconscious,” Suzie replies. “Or rather in a sort of a coma. This is sort of a dream; we;re communicating through that telepathic gizmo I invented back in '11. You perceive me as naked because this is my projected self-image and I am not shy. Now stop looking at my boobs and listen. You may feel all right, but actually you’re dying, and you have a decisionto death.”

Suzie explains that, as you were about to enter the restaurant, youwere waylaid and abducted by minions of a billionaire who (a) was in desperate need of a liver transplant, (b) had discovered by devious means that you were the optimal donor, and © was an evil fuck. Running late for lunch and not carrying any of technomagic gizmos, Suzie saw only the tail end of the kidnapping and could not prevent it. By the time she tracked you down, the transplant had been finished and you were about to die. Prepared this time, she teleported you to safety, put you in a stasis field to keep you alive, then recruited some fellow ex-RhE agents to lay down the smack on the billionaire and his goons, and finally whisked the billionaire to her lab,.

“So what now?” you say then. “I know you can clone whole organs. Why haven’t you done that?”

“Not enough time,” she replies. “You’re in terrible shape. Growing a liver takes six weeks. That’s five weeks and four days longer than the stasis field can keep Thanatos from whisking you off. What I *can *do is take your orginal liver out of the billionaire, put it back in you, and run you through my Kirlian Restorer to restore you to full health. A partial transplant won’t work because–do you want the technobabble?”

“Hell no,” you say. “So what you’re saying is that you’ll have to kill the billionaire. Right?”

“Right,” she says. “To which, personally, I say big whoop. Fucker needs to go in the ground. But that’s me. I know I’m not your nbest friend. I’ve spoken with your bestie/spouse/SO, and they’re worried that you might not be be as sanguine about this as I am. So–” (and she starts to cry) “-- so I guess I have to ask you. I love you. I don’t want you to die. But I don’t want you to be consumed with guilt either, or hate me because I saved you by doing something you can’t live with. Tell me what you want me to do, and that is what I will do. But whatever you decide do it quick, or it won’t matter.”

What do you tell Suzie, and why?

Also, for anyone who says “Take my liver back and quick!” consider a slightly different scenario. The recipient of the liver stolen from is not the billionaire himself, but rather his teenage son, who had no knowledge of his father’s ruthless machinations. In other words, the person who’ll die to save you is an innocent, not a villain. Does that change your answer?

Poll in a moment, but don’t let that slow you down.

At my age, naked pictures is as good as it gets.

I’ll have the tuna.

My attacker had no right.

I must endure.

Regardless of scenario, I’ll have my liver back.

My body, my choice. I do not choose to support someone else’s life, especially at the expense of my own. Give me that liver back, and the billionaire can spend the rest of his days contemplating his own role in his son’s death.

I reject the hypothetical: I don’t know why I’d be glad to see a woman who looks like Helena Bonham Carter naked.

Seriously, though, that’d be one dead billionaire, with the quickness. Hell, if a billionaire tried to do that to me, I’d kill his son, too, just on principle.

Take back the liver from the billionaire. Keep him alive until I’m better so I can kill him myself. If his son has the liver as long as I can watch his father die slowly and painfully then the kid can keep the liver.

Yeah, I’ll have my liver back, thanks. Shame about the kid, but while he’s an innocent here…so am I. And it’s my motherfucking liver.

Once I’m healed, we can talk about a partial liver donation, all consensual like. For a staggeringly large amount of money, I expect.

Agreement with Eliahna, WhyNot, and Tripolar: it’s my property, and necessary for my life.

I might “involuntarily donate” an organ – i.e., not demand its return – if it were all that was keeping the other guy alive, and he’d already done the theft and transplantation, if my life weren’t at stake.

If the shitten billionaire stole one of my kidneys for his brat, and taking it back absolutely meant the brat’s death. I don’t want that. The billionaire can settle out of court for a metric shit-ton of money.

If he weren’t a billionaire, well, I’m out of luck entirely.

I won’t kill another guy (in this picture) if it isn’t needed to save my life.

But as the picture is painted? Give me back my life; I’m not dying for you.

I’d take it back from the billionarie, not from the son. I hope, at least.

You know, if he’d just asked, and politely dropped a 100 million on my niece, I’d have been happy to share my liver with him. I’ve already had that surgery once, in fact. Livers grow back just fine. It’s no big deal. If I was in a good mood, I’d probably even do it for 10 million. If it’s for the kid, I’d probably even do it for less than he paid his hit squad. I’m sure he could hook me up with a nice recovery spa.

But I owe it to society to discourage the idea that billionaires can just help themselves to poor people’s organs. That shit ends here. I want my liver back where it belongs, Suzie, and if you can just give it a once over, please, to make sure it’s tip top shape, that’d be nice.

Not to pee in the pool, but the liver can regenerate. Surgeons should be able to split it between the two of you, keeping you both alive.

Better make it a heart in the next scenario.

I’ll be an organ donor AFTER I’m dead, and not a minute sooner.

When they do living-donor liver transplants they only take part of the liver. Both the donor and the recipient live. I’d do it for a ton of money. Is this a particularly stupid billionaire?

Posted without reading other answers.

I want my liver back, stat. If it comes from the evil billionaire, I won’t shed a tear. He would’ve murdered me to steal my internal organ and I don’t mind returning the favor. If it comes from his innocent teenage son, I regret the necessity, but he’s not entitled to my liver and I am. Maybe I can help him get one through lawful means once I’m back on my feet, since there’s no indication in the hypo that he’s going to die anytime soon without one.

That, and livers are the easiest organ to match too, with having the same blood type/a compatible blood type being the determining factor. Even something like bone marrow is more involved because you need to try to match human leukocyte antigens too.

Given this, I take my poor liver back from both the billionaire *and *his hapless son. I feel for the kid, but odds are good that his jerkass father or mother is a match too.

I’ll have my liver back, thanks.

Congrats, you’ve found a case where my pacifism has no problem with a response that leads to the death of someone (innocent or not). It’s my liver. As soon as they’re informed about the situation, the correct moral response, even from an innocent like the son, would be to insist I have it back. Consider this me allowing Suzie to help whoever has my liver do the moral thing.

That’s not what this documentary suggests. (spoilered because possibly NSFW, as it is a delicate surgical procedure.):link

I’ve never deathed a decision, but me want liver back.

I want my liver back, please.