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Can someone invent a f****n’ teleporter already?


With all the money in the world, and all the technology that we have to build on, there must be some sort of way to teleport mass from one geo-coordinate to another.

If I was President, Id take all the money that was devoted to NASA, and devote it towards this one project. Just like how going into space started as a top secret program and developed into a commercial enterprise, would the teleporter evolve. Imagine the military potential with such a weapon as well? Wow. And even better, imagine no traffic ever. Yeaaah, buddy.

Beam me up, and while you're at it, get this random arm out of my head and head out of my arm. Thanks

I have heard whispers of teleporters being in the “beta-testing” phase, by using pennies. This is what is official though:

“Quantum teleportation, or entanglement-assisted teleportation, is a process by which a qubit (the basic unit of quantum information) can be transmitted exactly (in principle) from one location to another, without the qubit being transmitted through the intervening space. It is useful forquantum information processing, however it does not immediately transmit classical information, and therefore cannot be used for communicationat superluminal (faster than light) speed. Quantum teleportation is unrelated to the common term teleportation - it does not transport the system itself, and does not concern rearranging particles to copy the form of an object.”- Wikipedia

I guess that’s a start. Not enough though. Maybe in 2050 there will be this technology that makes cars, and oil obsolete. Not only will life be more convenient for all, but the Earth will become greener, and there will be an uptake of bank robberies, which is always fun as well.

Where would you teleport to? I think I’d teleport to Richard Branson’s island with a job application and a suit. Worst case scenario is that I get applauded for being bold and go to my next stop, the Playboy Mansion, best case scenario is that I get hired and get to cuddle on a deserted island with the hot girl friends of a whateverionaire. Then I’d go to Lee Evan’s house and give him a stern admonishment for helping to prolong the evil empire of Foxboro, accompanied by my receiving gloves, which has never led to a dropped TD pass.

Damn You Lee Evans. Invent a teleporter or never be forgiven.

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