TWITCHER'S MIRACLE BABY-CHOPPING MACHINE Mr. Twitcher's Miracle Baby-Chopping Machine was a wonder to behold. Why, that thing could lop an infant in half in the blink of an eye! It took some doing to reset and clean it up, but on a good day we could slice almost two hundred babies. Our record was two hundred and thirty-eight. That was quite a day.I guess I'd worked for Mr. Twitcher for about six years before the moral implications of his whole empire started to bother me. When you're in the factory, you're so busy pulling levers, setting dials, and scrubbing surfaces that you don't have time for a lot of introspection. We'd just load the crying babies into the machine, chop them in two, properly dispose of the halves, and repeat the process. It didn't occur to me that I was doing anything wrong.I'm really not sure what started my little quandary. It wasn't like we chopped a particularly charming baby or anything. But while I was scooping the lower half into a plastic bag, it suddenly hit me: This was wrong.I kept working, of course, but I'd never been happier to hear the lunchtime whistle blow.
