Ivon put the hydrogen into the atomizer. “You know,” he said to his partner Donald, “we could get the Nobel Prize for this.”

Donald smirked. “You mean I could get the Nobel Prize, yes? It is my theory.” He adjusted the lab coat on his thin frame. “Now behind the barrier, please.”

Ivon shook his head, but walked obediently to the other side of the transparent barrier. “Are you certain it’s heat we should apply? I still think cold would cause a more beneficial….”

“You doubt my calculations?” Donald interrupted. “Heat will produce more power. Goggles on, please.” Donald pulled his goggles down, as Ivon fitted his over his glasses. Then Donald pushed the red lever.

It did produce power and energy. It also produced heat. They watched the flames consume everything.

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Ivon picked himself up off the floor. “What was that? Aren’t we dead?”

“I believe,” Donald said, wiping off imaginary soot, “everything burned. And Schrodinger’s Cat.”

Ivon nodded. “This time, the blue, ok?”

This time, everything froze.