The Woglinde Middle School Science Fair. A place where children can make models of the solar system, volcanoes, and even make primitive robots. But for Chaos, this is his big debut. It’s six months after the explosion in his house, and he’s about to demonstrate, his most magnificent masterpiece.
“Chaos Ridgeley, what do you have for us?” his teacher asked.
“Teleportation. The ability to move something or someone through space… …by the disembodiment of the object in one location and its reconstruction in another. At least that is the theory,” Chaos explained, reading off of his cue card. “Teleportation is possible, at least for sub-atomic particles, using a celebrated and paradoxical feature of quantum mechanics known as the Einstien-Podolsky-Rosen effect.”
“Whether it can be done for larger systems, such as atoms, remains a mystery. But my hypothesis here today is that instead of disembodiment… …the real key to teleportation may be shifting the objects through a parallel dimension,” Chaos continued. “Shifting the objects through dimensions similar to our own, that are using the same space as our own. Once equations are properly calculated to breach this space… …one would imagine that this kind of teleportation could, in fact, change every part of our society.”
The people listening were starting to get antsy. One blonde man, in the back was looking this way and that, not really paying attention at all.
“Starving people could have food distributed to them in an instant. Our transportation systems would totally change. The possibilities are endless. But this is only phase seven of my project. I can only transport a small object one way. Hopefully, by next year I, personally, will be able to go and get my… uh…” Chaos paused for a moment, catching the blonde man’s attention. “Well, uh… Maybe I’ll just show you what I am talking about. Um, okay… You, uh, you might want to step back.”
Chaos flipped a switch on his transporter, and his yellow race car began to got shocked, violently, by red lightning. The people watching him got scared. The blonde man’s eyes grew wide. Chaos had a clever smile on his face.
A clever smile of victory. The car was shocked violently. Then it began to fade away. The blonde man started scratching his head in utter bewilderment. Then there was a bright flash of red light, red smoke protruding from his transporter, and the car was gone.
Chaos smiled with a gleam in his eye. The blonde man reached for his phone.
“Yeah, it’s me. Cherenkov,” the blonde man said. “Found one.”
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