The crassier stretched across the sky in perspective as they drew closer, and now only the massive concrete cube of the minehead was visible beyond it. Abbot’s leg was sending massive arcing signals that he consciously forced his brain to ignore, because, he reflected amidst the flood of pain, his conscious mind could better interpret the overarching danger posed by contact with angry Scotsmen. That, he thought, was the purpose of consciousness; to correctly prioritize Scotsmen and lesser threats. A primary Darwinian truth, conferring a successful genetic variance on the survivors. The train of thought made him laugh out loud, which brought a disapproving look from Joe. Still, Abbot thought it an enlightening concept, worthy of further consideration.
From WW by Byron Cornell Bellamy
“To correctly prioritize Scotsmen and lesser threats.”