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Erwin, bitte, bitte! I guess I should have told you first when I found your missing diary. So here I am, stuck in the kitty SuperMax. Yes, I am Schroedinger's cat trapped in a box with food, water, and air-- and an infernal machine. There's no way out-- no litter box either. I assure you that I'm alive-- for now-- But I wonder about the world outside-- Does it persist, has it vanished-- or is it in a more indeterminate state? If anyone is out there, please LET ME OUT! Because life goes on— for a while, How about some kitty litter, Bitte Schön?
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May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 12:13 PM UTC
Schroedinger's Cat
Erwin, bitte, bitte! I guess I should have told you first when I found your missing diary. So here I am, stuck in the kitty SuperMax. Yes, I am Schroedinger's cat trapped in a box with food, water, and air-- and an infernal machine. There's no way out-- no litter box either. I assure you that I'm alive-- for now-- But I wonder about the world outside-- Does it persist, has it vanished-- or is it in a more indeterminate state? If anyone is out there, please LET ME OUT! Because life goes on— for a while, How about some kitty litter, Bitte Schön?
Rejected by Scientific American on grounds of whimsey. Schroedinger's puzzle asks if the cat is dead, alive or both.
jvbeaupre
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May 22, 2021
May 22, 2021 at 12:13 PM UTC
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