Schrodinger Killed his Cat (III)
“Oh, it was stupid, Alby, it was so fucking stupid. We were graduate students, and we were stoned, and…â? He broke off, staring at the tabletop, sniffing. “We took Rummy, and we put him in this box, you know? This airtight box? And we put a little vial of, I dunno, something — something, you know, in with him? And there was a geiger counter and a tiny tiny bit of uranium, just a tiny bit, and…oh, Alby, I meant to collapse the wave function in the right direction!â? Tears were streaming from his eyes now, down his cheeks and mixing with the blue on his chin. “But Oppenheimer had this glow stick and it shone a tiny bit green when, you know, at just the wrong time, and I lost my concentration, I lost, I lost…â?
Chocking sobs. His head was on the table. His tears were running into the Oreos. “Oh, Er,â? I said, patting his shoulder. “Come on, now.â? I couldn’t quite bring myself to say, “it was a long time agoâ?; I didn’t think it would help.
“Alby?â? he said after awhile, sniffing.