"Yes, that's very nice, but..."

The doctor is mildly irritated. "Doris," he sighs, "please take your friend out for...er...coffee, okay? Here, here's some money." He hands her a fifty-dollar bill and she grins manically and skips out the door.

"You'll have to get used to her," he says to you. "Sometimes she'll find various experiments of ours and try to make friends with them. That particular mouse was an attempt to bestow sentience upon a non-sentient creature. It worked fairly well, but the poor thing suffers from various psychological complexes, not unlike Doris herself. The best thing to do is simply smile and nod. Now, if you're ready, my machine awaits."

The doctor points you to a large circular platform in the center of the room. "Get on there," he tells you.

You step up onto the platform. "What is this thing?" you ask.

"It's a teleporter," he informs you. "So far, we've only tested it on inanimate objects, and it's worked perfectly. You're our first living subject. Now please keep your hands and arms inside the platform."

You quickly comply, and the doctor begins to power up the machine. "We'll have a ten-second countdown while the error-checking routines run," he tells you. "If I say to get off the platform, don't stop to think; GET OFF THE PLATFORM." He begins counting slowly.

As the countdown proceeds, the machine begins to hum, first almost silently and then progressively louder, until it lends a nice sci-fi ambience to the room. As the doctor reaches "one," you hear a sound by your feet.

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