And then -- I hope -- you would cooperate.
This is to value your own "rationality" over that which is to be protected: the billion lives at stake. (We may add: such a "rationality" fetish isn't really rational at all.) Why give us even more to weep about?
I can see how it looks to you as if MBlume's strategy prizes his ritual of cognition over that which he should protect— but be careful and charitable before you sling that accusation around here. This is a debate with a bit of a history on LW.
If you can't convince the creationist of evolution in the time available, but there is a way for both of you to bindingly precommit, it's uncontroversial that (C,C) is the lifesaving choice, because you save 2 billion rather than 1.
The question is whether there is a general way for quasi-rational agents to act as if ...
I spoke yesterday of the epistemic prisoner's dilemma, and JGWeissman wrote:
To which I said:
And lo, JGWeissman saved me a lot of writing when he replied thus:
I make one small modification. You and your creationist friend are actually not that concerned about money, being distracted by the massive meteor about to strike the earth from an unknown direction. Fortunately, Omega is promising to protect limited portions of the globe, based on your decisions (I think you've all seen enough PDs that I can leave the numbers as an excercise).
It is this then which I call the true epistemic prisoner's dilemma. If I tell you a story about two doctors, even if I tell you to put yourself in the shoes of one, and not the other, it is easy for you to take yourself outside them, see the symmetry and say "the doctors should cooperate". I hope I have now broken some of that emotional symmetry.
As Omega lead the creationist to the other room, you would (I know I certainly would) make a convulsive effort to convince him of the truth of evolution. Despite every pointless, futile argument you've ever had in an IRC room or a YouTube thread, you would struggle desperately, calling out every half-remembered fragment of Dawkins or Sagan you could muster, in hope that just before the door shut, the creationist would hold it open and say "You're right, I was wrong. You defect, I'll cooperate -- let's save the world together."
But of course, you would fail. And the door would shut, and you would grit your teeth, and curse 2000 years of screamingly bad epistemic hygiene, and weep bitterly for the people who might die in a few hours because of your counterpart's ignorance. And then -- I hope -- you would cooperate.