June 2017 75-word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO MOSAIX!

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The Murphys Law of Demand and Supply


I laughed on my first day; everyone in class was called Murphy. I didn't question it, or why my older brother Aiden went to another school.

Or why my visits home became infrequent. Then stopped.

I was ten when I realised no adults were named Murphy.

Now, I scavenge in the dusty outlands, away from the cruel laws of the Citadel. I hide from the shuttles that take away adolescent Murphys.

I escaped. Sort of.
 
The Purrfect Solution



“Simple, really. Utilising the Mammoth Ubiquitous-Risk-Potentiality Heisenberg Yurt will eliminate all chance of anything going wrong in our experiments.”

“How’s it work?”​

“Basically, risk is transferred.”

“Where to?”​

“Murphy, there.”

“The cat?”​

“She’s ideal. Calm, accepting, intelligent.”

“When do you start?”​

“In six hours. She has to be thoroughly content first. We’ve prepared cream, salmon, and heated bedding.”


***

“Ready?”​

“Ready. And... Go! MURPHY is on.”

“And?”​

“Simple really. Utilising the Mammoth Ubiquitous-Risk...”
 
Catastrophic Failure


“Success? My Fluffalorums can walk through walls? How does it work?”


.....“Well, sir, this device makes the wall molecules ignore cat particles.”

“Show me.”

.....“Not here, sir—”

“Give me that!”

.....“Wait—”

*click*

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“Astounding — bring my Fluffalorums back to me!”

.....“He went through the outside wall, sir.”

“Cats always land on their feet.”

.....“Twenty-fifth floor, sir.”

“Nine lives?”

.....“Well, about that… we had a few unfortunate setbacks, during the testing, sir.”

“How many?”

.....“Uhh, well, eight.”
 
Scratch That



“So this parallel universe is a paradise, professor?” I say. “Anything that can go wrong doesn’t?”

“Not quite,” she replies.

“What do you mean?”

“Put the empty box labelled ‘Schrodinger’s Cat’ in the teleporter.” Which is a tea chest balanced atop an electric kettle. “Now light the gas ring.”

I do so. After three seconds, the box disappears. “It worked!”

“Except we’re now back on our Earth and I can smell singed fur.”

 
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