Einsteinium III

Log 76. Days Without Incident: 0

The picture is not mine, but I thought it worked pretty well. You know, 'cause I'm a nerd.

"Yes, and then the CO2... yes, perfect!" The scientist added the next ingredient to the already stewing beaker. Smoke leaked from the brim, and anyone standing in close proximity would catch wind of a rotten egg sort of scent and immediately know that the next addition could destroy all life within a 5-mile radius.

 A mewl sounds from the doorway to the lab, and the scientist's cat prowls into the room. "Ah, Einsteinium III. Would you mind? You aren't an essential ingredient to this experiment, you know." The scientist giggled at their own joke and Einsteinium III- or Nums for short- had settled onto their papers that, up until that point, they had been scribbling excitedly on.

 Nums refused to move- he had had a very bad day so far, and he wasn't about to cause himself any more discomfort- and so the scientist had to pick him up and move him to the floor. It was at that moment that Nums bit the scientist. "Ow! Nums!" the scientist yelped and swatted at the poor cat.

 Unfortunately, in their haste, the scientist knocked over their work, and it spilled off the table and onto Einsteinium III. The scientist, well aware that their projects tended to be unstable, leaped back on instinct. "Quiznak, not again!"

 They looked on, annoyed, and watched as their cat was consumed in the liquid. That was when Nums started to disappear. First his head, where the liquid had first touched. Then his back, paws, and tail vanished until nothing was there. Nums mewled, confused. " Ah, well. It's not like we'll be short on cats anytime soon." 

The scientist crossed over to the other side of the room and flipped a lever. A chute came down from the ceiling, and from it came another Nums. " Let's see, this is..." The scientist counted on their fingers. "Um, Einsteinium IV. Well, ah, let's just have you go to the room then. I'll be along in a moment. I just have to clean up this mess."

 The scientist bent down and began to sop up the mess with a rag that was on the counter beside them. Einsteinium IV started to walk to its preprogrammed settings for 'room'. The scientist stopped suddenly, remembering. "It would, um, do you well to stay away from..." The scientist thought for a moment. "Microwaves, acidic compounds, and most of my experiments." They counted off on their fingers.

 Nums stopped for a moment. "I'm sorry, I can't set Mom's Room to that setting." An automated female voice spoke. "No, of course, you can't." the scientist mumbled. "Sorry, I didn't get that. Would you mind repeating it?" Nums said. "No" The scientist muttered. "Sorry, I didn't get that. Woul-" "NO" "Alright, I set 'No' by Sugar Honey (Explicit) to your playlist." Nums walked out of the room. "I'll fix it later." the scientist groaned.

And they didn't.