S-ENF-002 - TELEPORT

Item #: S-ENF-002
Object Designation: Teleport

"So you're sure it can't affect humans?" said Dr. Emilia Lucent, doubtfully. The curvy blonde wore an expression of mingled puzzlement and disdain as she studied the scientific diagram Dr. Hans Blithe had laid out for her. "Because if I get teleported out of the shower one more time..."

"The dislocation field only affects small objects," said Dr. Blithe, in a friendly tone of voice. "Have another look at the math. I'm sure you can follow my reasoning. You're very smart, after all."

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Why on earth would I make fun of you? We'd all be lost without your valuable contributions, I'm quite sure. Now, all I need you to do is go out into Trafalgar Square and take a fixed position at the exact intersection of the leylines while I calibrate the device."

"And why would I do that?"

"For science, Emilia, for science! And because if you don't I'll let the Ethics Department know about your little poker night with the interns. We do have standards around here, you know."

"Now remember," he said, watching Emilia take up her position on the flagstones, "if you move before the experiment is over, it could cause a ripple effect that might displace half of London into the ethereal dimension."

"What?" said Emilia, standing with her arms and legs apart. "Why didn't you mention this before?"

"Experimental discretion. Don't worry, I cleared it with the Ethics Department and they said we're good to go. NO! Don't lower your arms, please, Emilia..."

Still smiling, he stepped backward into the crowd. Passing Londoners were looking at her funny, clearly not sure who this woman was or why she was standing like that in the middle of town. Emilia sighed and decided not to think about it. She felt a little silly, sure, but she just had to stick it out and soon enough the experiment would be over...

There was a crackling sound, and Emilia's pants were teleported exactly one foot forward, leaving her standing there in a crisp white shirt and a pair of lucky bunny-rabbit panties.

Dr. Blithe smiled, watching the bouncy blonde squirm and fight the urge to cover herself. This was going to be a fun afternoon.