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Essie, the imagined black quantum cat, becomes a detective and investigates the famous and hidden mysteries of quantum theory, from measurement and the Born rule to Gödel’s silence, Wittgenstein’s absence, Majorana’s disappearance, and the strange power of successful calculation.

When the greatest conqueror in history invades Parramatta, the real battle begins at the food court.Genghis Khan meets his match: rent, algorithms, laxative-laced butter chicken, and crocodiles in the river.An epic of empire versus electricity bills—where even legends must deliver Uber Eats to survive.

Think The Phoenix Project or The Goal, but for the age of AI agents: a business novel that teaches a hard technical subject through story and humor, aimed at the people who have to make decisions about it, as well as people who are actively engaged in architecture and engineering.

A software engineer turned poet hunts the perfect "Good Character Girl" across Sydney’s multicultural dating scene — only to discover that every ideal woman hides a glorious gremlin.From spreadsheets and biryani to flamenco and Rakija, one man’s hilarious multicultural romantic audit leads to the ultimate truth about love.

The Birth of Essie A quiet room. Books on the shelves. Coffee cooling on the table. A notebook liesopen, though no sentence has yet agreed to become first. There is no box in thecenter of the room now. The box belongs to the previous book. But its absenceis not empty. Essie sits where the box once might have been, as if replacingapparatus with presence. Elan Essie, if this book is to begin honestly, we have to talk about your arrival. Essie Arrival is better than origin. Humans become too confident when they think they have found origins. Elan You object already?Essie I arrived already. The objection merely followed. Essie was imagined, but she did not come from nowhere. I had lived with actual cats: a black cat for a time, and also a dwarf Siamese cat, whose small body contained the full imperial confidence of the species. Real cats had already taught me that feline intelligence is not theoretical. It arrives as timing, refusal, posture, appetite, attention, and the uncanny ability to occupy the one page one needs most. Essie inherited none of them literally, but she emerged in a mind already markedby them. I had first imagined Essie as a quantum cat, named after Erwin Schrödinger, but that explanation is too small. It accounts for the name, not the necessity. A name can be attached in an instant. An arrival may take decades. Essie was not born in Vienna in 1935. She was not born inside Schrödinger’s box. She was not born in a laboratory, though laboratories and classrooms helped prepare the conditions. She was born from the long afterlife of quantum questions in a mind that had lived with them for more than fifty-five years. Essie Better. Continue, but do not make me sound like a footnote to your education.Elan Essie You are not a footnote.Essie Good. I am at least a marginal correction. There were neurons, yes. There were synapses, too, though it would be sentimental to make them sparkle without admitting that neurons also carry grocery lists, embarrassments, old songs, and the location of misplaced glasses. But sometimes, in that ordinary biological electricity, old questions find one another again. A remembered lecture finds an equation.An equation finds a paradox.A paradox finds a cat.And the cat, being a cat, refuses to remain where it was found. Essie Now we are approaching accuracy.Elan You were born from my neurons speaking to their neighbors.Essie Only if we add that some of the neighbors were unruly.Elan Naturally.

Essie, A black cat named after Erwin Schrödinger. She is the author’s imaginary quantum companion, critic, coauthor, box inspector, manuscript referee, and chief defender of feline sovereignty. Essie is the book’s guardian against careless analogy, false profundity, and underfilled bowls. Vienna, or perhaps Oxford, or perhaps no actual city at all: a room with a blackboard, a table, several pieces of apparatus, and a box that has not yet understood the trouble it is about to cause. Schrödinger stands with chalk in hand. A black cat sits on the table, washing one paw with insulting calm. ... Schrödinger My dear cat, I have been thinking.Cat That is usually when trouble begins.Schrödinger Not trouble. Clarification. A thought experiment.Cat For whom?Schrödinger For physicists.

She solves the crime perfectly. The criminal is cornered. Then her internet drops to 100 KB/s.In Mumbai, even justice has buffering issues.

In Sydney’s cutthroat rental market, love isn’t tested by fate — it’s tested by rent money. When desperate couples invite charming, good-looking housemates into their already cramped homes, financial survival collides with raging paranoia. What begins as a practical solution quickly spirals into a hilarious nightmare of hidden husbands, baby-monitor espionage, seismic sensors, and Excel-tracked jealousy.Because in this city, nothing kills a relationship faster than the thought of affording it alone.

Eons after the flames of Lanka, the ancient stage reopens in the chilled, fluorescent heart of Bengaluru’s Electronic City. CEO Chaddichandan rules from his 40th-floor glass throne of leather and server hum, while twenty reborn souls—now female engineers and analysts—labour in the cubicle farms, unconsciously carrying the weight of an unpaid debt. In this sleek corporate retelling, time, dignity, and power are once again appropriated, and the cycle is finally ready to be settled.

In smog-choked 1937 Calcutta, a penniless radical vows to kill Rabindranath Tagore for supposedly selling “Jana Gana Mana” to the British King. What follows is four years of the most spectacularly inept assassination attempts in history—each one derailed by banana peels, exploding sweets, vengeful cobras, and mountains of cow dung. A riotously funny, banana-slipping comedy of errors that ends on Independence Night with laughter, redemption, and one final, perfect pratfall.

In Chinmoy Mukherjee’s biting satire Eat, Slurp, Ascend, devoted cultist Chunmun Singh seeks cosmic enlightenment through his noodle-worshipping guru's ultimate "Great Astral Slurp." But when a wild astral journey across fourteen divine realms exposes the MSG-scented lies of his faith, Chunmun must choose between comforting delusions and the bitter taste of reality. Discover a hilarious, multisensory tale that expertly skewers modern spiritual commodification and the absurdities of blind devotion.

Nitin Maran, undisputed king of Sydney’s South Asian dating scene and fluent in ten languages of seduction, meets his match in a 145 km/h cricket yorker that inflates his balls to the size of footballs. Over fourteen agonising days he still refuses to cancel a single date with twelve gorgeous women—each expecting fireworks—while waddling through the wildest, most culturally tailored excuses ever invented. When the swelling finally disappears, every single woman messages him on the same Sunday demanding immediate delivery. The multilingual playboy has nothing left to say.

When Sydney crime boss Gobi Sultan kidnaps five-year-old Chunmun Singh for a million-dollar ransom, he never imagines the real threat: a toddler who can’t stop unbuckling his seatbelt under traffic cameras and accidentally torching an apartment with a gas oven. Within forty-eight hours, the city’s merciless smart-AI algorithms bankrupt Gobi’s entire empire. Six months later, a rival syndicate learns the same lethal lesson—never let a curious kindergartener loose on your heist. A razor-sharp satire where innocence beats organized crime every time.

The apocalypse has finally hit Melbourne, but for 16 eccentric preppers hoarding exactly one type of essential each, the real threat is the neighbors. When the lights go out, alliances crumble into a hilarious, Mad Max-style suburban showdown of booby-trapped toilet paper and weaponized wine. Dive into this laugh-out-loud satire that proves when the end of the world arrives, true survival takes a lot more than just a solitary stash!

In the spice-scented chaos of Old Delhi, bribery is the price of survival—until one merchant refuses to pay. His defiance sparks a breathtaking chain reaction, raining money onto the streets and proving that integrity can still bloom in the city’s ancient dust.