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The Curious Bi-Location of Professor Iszkahngaard’s Reactionless Drive Transteleporter
The robin-bird fluttered, as most creatures sometimes do.
And continues Professor Iszkahngaard-
“…it’s a transmitter, specifically, a massive construct of steam-filled, geometrically incomprehensible clockworks and miscellanea of unintelligible designs and mechanized phenomena. To be located, as it were, at the end of time. Acting as the penultimate of beacons, attracting the decaying molecules of all that ever was (and could have been, and might have been, and should have been), breaking them down to their basest subatomic particles and transpositioning said subatomic particles to the receiver, my other construct of mechanized phenomena, which would be located, as it were, at the very beginning of all that ever will be. Imagine- the endless wave of subatomic matter deconstructed to nth degrees, base particles of energy broadcast via trans-teleportation from the very end of everything, directly to the very beginning of everything. Now, as the creation of all that ever will be obviously includes all of the possibilities of the infinite, then infinite energy is clearly required. This is only possible using the energy of all that ever was, so as the particles neverendingly explode from my receiver, they are immediately redistributed into the birthing of the possibility of everything, thus completing the timeless circle of the omnidimensional continuum!”
Question mark, implies the robinbird.
And continues Professor Iszkahngaard-
“…reverse interstellar transmogrification! Think of it as a process…at least that is what I told the buyer when he picked up my invention earlier. Who? Well, GOD of course! And actually, it was more of a trade, really. After all, what price could be ascribed to such an invention as my Reactionless Drive Teleporter? What did I receive then in place of more traditional payment? Naturally, I asked for GOD to remove from not only all of existences, but from the very MEMORY of all of existences, something…something very particular…But you will have to excuse me of course, dear friend, for I cannot seem to remember what it was…”
The robin-bird fluttered, as most creatures sometimes do.