fandomhigh | Mad Science & You: Week 4 (Tuesday, Period 3)

This week, the Danger Shop had been set up to look like the partially finished basement of a suburban 50s house. The entire floor had been retrofitted into a lab, with heavy grey machines and connecting wires set into the walls. A human-sized metal box with glass panelling and a hinged door stood in the middle of the space. Piles of broken furniture and household goods surrounded the otherwise perfect metal boxes.

Sliding doors were at both ends of the room. One, leading to an antechamber, was open; the other, leading up to the rest of the house, was closed. An odd, constant buzzing noise came from behind the sliding door blocking the stairway up.

Prof Tomoe started into his lecture as soon as all the students had arrived. "We've spent the last couple of classes looking at different types of reanimation. It's time to expand our scope a little. So, today, we're going to look at a completely different topic. Teleportation!"

He placed a hand on the metal box. "The first successful teleporter was invented by Dr Andre Delambre in 1958. The device is extremely simple. You place an item or individual in telepod A." He rapped his knuckles against the glass panel. "The computer scans it, disassembles it down to atoms, beams it across to telepod B at the speed of light, and reassembles it there." He pointed to the far side of the basement, where an identical box sat in the antechamber. "A fairly remarkable feat for something built and controlled using 50s technology.

"For today's class, we're going to test out his teleporter. If you would like to be teleported, step into telepod A one at a time. As much as I'd like to force you to go through with this, the school would like me to clarify that this is a voluntary activity and there is a 95% chance that you will be successfully reassembled at the other end."

He reached for the control panel, and then stopped. He looked back over at the class. "Oh, one thing. Be very careful not to get any foreign material in the telepod with you. We don't want any ... complications." A wide grin broke over his face. "Now, who wants to try it out?"

After all the students who were willing to go had been teleported, there was a noise from the far end of the room, and the other door slowly slid open. Prof Tomoe looked up at it. "Oh look," he said, "there's Dr Delambre now."

A horrible mashed up creature stood there. It was mostly human, dressed in a nice suit and lab coat. But it had the head and clawed arm of a giant, monstrous fly.

And it looked really mad to see people in its lab.

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Like The Fly is after you.

Arietty Clock

Lex Luthor

Evan Sabahnur

Ryan Clark

Topher Brink

Tony Stark

William Murdoch

Try out the teleporter. Whee, isn't this fun?

Hey, why not? It was the Danger Shop, anyhow. It wasn't as though anything terrible could happen in here.

... Well, it could if someone turned off the safety protocols, maybe. But that wasn't about to happen. Probably.

Evan was game to give it a try, so he stepped into the teleporter.

You think Prof Tomoe would mess with the security protocols? Such little faith. He definitely might.

Prof Tomoe waited until Evan was inside with the door shut firmly behind him before turning on the teleporter switches. The overhead lights dimmed and the neon tubing of the machines started lighting up as it sped into high gear.

There was a sudden huge flare of light as the teleporter's de-atomizers fired. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VyIZ4wh_9Kg&t=30m31s)

Oh, okay, wow, Evan probably could have done without the bright light, there. But aside from being maybe a tiny bit disoriented when it was all said and done, he seemed to be pretty okay.

... Once he stopped seeing those annoying bright-light-spots every time he blinked, at least. And by that point, it had registered that he was in a different place completely.

"Oh, that was so neat!"

Fearless? Maybe. Easily excitable? Definitely.

A hideous human/fly hybrid is menacing you! Whatcha gonna do?

Hide! Not hard to do at four inches tall. Arietty figured exceedingly large fly thing would be distracted by her bean classmates, so she darted for the nearest cover, looking around for something she could borrow to take it down.

Evan? Wasn't actually going to be thrown off by the guy who looked like a giant bug. He was probably a mutant or something, right?

"I'm sorry... were you not expecting company? We can come back another time, if that works better for you?"

Yes, he even felt that it was important to be polite to simulations.

If the Fly had still had human vocal chords, he might have said, "Kindly remove yourself from my secret laboratory, or else I may be forced to enact violence against your person."

Since he didn't, he buzzed louder and waved his claw around menacingly.

Evan took a half-step backwards in spite of himself. It wasn't that the fly doctor guy was intimidating, really. It was more that he just seemed to be really, really grumpy.

"Um... sorry, I'm afraid I don't understand." He perked a little, offering the Fly a smile. "But if there's any way I can make myself useful while I'm here, I'd be happy to try!"

Oh sweetie no.

Who is jotting down notes about how to mix human and fly bits in his own genetics work.

Who'd look pretty good with a fly head.

Topher was having way, way too much fun with the teleporter.

The fly guy freaked him out, though. Like, a lot.

Just not enough to get him to stop scrutinizing the teleporter to see how it worked.

I cannot watch the 80s remake of The Fly with Jeff Goldblum. Something about the gooey special effects and high amount of body horror in it makes me feel queasy any time I try. :S

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