It was a few minutes to midnight at a crossroads in Georgia. Johnny had his fiddle in his hand. He knew what to expect. The seconds ticked by, and Johnny counted them anxiously. The horned, red, cloven-hoofed creature showed up right on time. The infernal host are nothing if not punctual. "All right, Satan," said Johnny. "I know how this works. I bet my eternal soul against you in a fiddle-playing contest, and you bet a golden fiddle. Are you ready?" The scarlet countenance looked at him reproachfully. "You've got me wrong. I'm not Satan. I'm Maxwell's Demon." Johnny was a musician. "Who?" he said. "Very famous thought experiment. I only let the faster-than-average electrons through the gate. It's a thermodynamics thing." "Have you got a silver hammer?" "No."
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