Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Swipe.
The door slides open. Ralph taps the keycard another ten times before sliding it into his pocket, then enters with his mop bucket.
“How’s things?” asks the technician.
“Perfect ten. How’s the experiment?”
“Better. The crystals have finally stabilized.”
“Great.” Ralph is swiping ten blue M&Ms from a bowl on the console when the earthquake hits.
“A ten on the Richter no doubt,” he thinks after. Red lights flash.
“Something’s wrong!” screams the technician trapped under a fallen ceiling beam, “Check the
console!”
“What am I looking for?”
“What’s the pressure?”
“It’s good. Ten percent.”
“Not good—It’s gonna blow! Quick—see that red dial? Turn it all the way.”
“To ten?”
The technician nods.
Ralphs turns it.
“Now, see that row of switches? Flip the first nine!”
“Nine? Oh, no!—No No No No No No No No No—
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