Schroedinger's Gun, Ray Wood

April 10, 2015 12:14 PM

I could reach no possibilities in which Johnny Rivers—wise guy, bootlegger, crook with his eye on the big time—still clung to life. In every crime scene every one of me was looking at, he lay face-down on the floor with two bullets in his back. It was a pity. Not because Chicago was particularly the worse off for one more dead mobster, but because murders are murders, and solving Johnny’s would have been a whole lot easier if he’d lived long enough to tell me who had pulled the trigger. Maybe, in another universe, another me had shown up sooner and had gotten something out of him.

posted by the man of twists and turns (6 comments total)

I kind of hope that the cat introduced in chapter 1 will get out of the box by chapter 2 or 3.

OK, OK, off to read the story....
posted by GenjiandProust at 12:32 PM on April 10, 2015

"I kind of hope that the cat introduced in chapter 1 will get out of the box by chapter 2 or 3."

Fun fact: Erwin Schrödinger's middle name was Chekhov.
posted by komara at 12:37 PM on April 10, 2015 [1 favorite]

I kind of hope that the cat introduced in chapter 1 will get out of the box by chapter 2 or 3.

OK, OK, off to read the story....

IF YOU DON'T READ THE STORY THE CAT WILL NEVER DIE (AND WILL ALSO ALWAYS DIE, BUT HEY)!!!
posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson at 12:53 PM on April 10, 2015 [1 favorite]

I'm spending the year in superposition for tax purposes.
posted by humanfont at 6:28 PM on April 10, 2015 [1 favorite]

He may not live to see tomorrow.
posted by box at 7:00 PM on April 10, 2015

A good story. Firm reminder that macroscopic manifestations of quantum reality are deeply disturbing, even with sunnier subject-matter.
posted by The Zeroth Law at 12:36 PM on April 11, 2015