A twist on the Prisoner’s Dillemma

I had a dream last night that I was on my way to be exe­cut­ed. I was work­ing on my «accep­tance speech» for it. I don’t recall what act I’d com­mit­ted but I want­ed to express my hope that what­ev­er good I’d done in the world would ulti­mate­ly bal­ance out my crime.

The weird thing is that all the jurors were on tri­al, and I was one of them. It occurred to me that all I had to do was con­vince the oth­er jurors to stick togeth­er and find us not guilty on all counts that we could all escape. But I did­n’t even try.