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| I've prepared the re-entry chamber upstairs for you, Doctor Cambiari. | |
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| Thank you, Philip. I'll step into the matter transmitter while you put away those groceries. I'll meet you up in the kitchen in a moment. We'll have salad to celebrate! | |
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Philip and I had been working on this for months, and it was finally ready for the ultimate test - an actual human teleportation! I locked the door behind me, and steadied my hands at the controls.
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I cannot relate the horror of what happened when the transmitter started the molecular relay process...
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| What's happening to my hands? Good God! Philip must have dropped the cauliflower in the re-entry chamber! | |
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