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This is a Science Fiction story about an inventor and doctor. For Young Adults.
         
         "So, Mr Salte, is it? We want to know about this grand and revolutionary invention of yours," the reporter stated.

         "Of course, of course. This information had to get out sometime-"

         "You don't have to lean toward the recorder. It can pick up the sound just fine." Salte straightened up and rubbed his hands down his now wrinkled tweed suit.

         "As I was saying," Salte continued, "We have been working on this technology for quite some time; drawing blueprints, making scale replicas; but we were never funded to build it, at least, until now.

         "The machine, we call it Wofa, spelled UOFA, which stands for 'Universal Origami Folding Apparatus', grabs the, well... In the universe there is matter as we know it, and in the spaces between the matter, there is something we call 'Dark Matter'. This dark matter is untouchable, or, was untouchable. Through complex calculation and synthesis of metals and other materials, we can touch and alter this dark matter.
~1~

*****


         "Dr. Salte, we need you down in auto bionic life construction, ASAP." Kolani Salte looked away from his black and green computer screen, shoved his chair out, then stood up. He loosened his tie as he headed south through the facility.

         A woman handed him a smock and face mask as he walked. Salte put them on and had the face mask adjusted the minute he arrived at the big metal door.

         The woman that was following him slid an administrative ID card through the reader, which unlocked and popped open the door. Salte grabbed the edge and pulled the heavy security measure open.

         "Dr. Salte, thank God. The programming went wrong somewhere." As the nurse spoke, a tan man; naked, lying on an operation table, seemingly from South or Central America; was tearing himself apart. He would sit up, then slam his head back down on the table, all the while twisting his arms in constant circles, physically impossible for a human to do.

         Salte hit a few keys on a nearby computer terminal and the man stopped, nearly frozen, kinetic energy winding down the gears in his robotic innards.

         "I have told you before; check the program before you run it on the robots!" Salte roared.

         "We did sir. We followed your orders to a T." Salte wasn't listening. He was holding the robot's head up and was opening it with a specialized wrench.

         "Brain injured," he said once he got it open, "auto-neuronic system, destroyed. Isolate the damaged code, now, before another multi-billion dollar piece of equipment is destroyed," Salte barked at the nurses.

         Three nurses already seated at computer terminals changed their tasks, going into the actual coding of the robots. Activating a testing simulation, they quickly located the bad code. "Dr. Salte, we found it."

         Salte set down the head softly and violently stepped toward the computers. He leaned over the shoulder of the closest nurse. She pointed to the screen, "This bit here."

         It was pernicious, causing the robot to move around ten times faster involuntarily, not stopping until an outside force, the table, got in the way. "Change it. Now, to..." Salte pulled out a calculator, looked at the screen again, then punched some numbers into the calculator. "Change that 9.76 to 1.21 and that 10.11 to 2.63." The nurse did. "Run a simulation."

         The simulation ran perfectly. "Run it six mores times with the alternate settings. Get back to me when you have." The nurse's shoulders hunched up and she started running more simulations.

         Salte returned to the dying robot. "I need a high quality fiber nerve system. He snapped his in half, so he is now paralyzed from the legs down." A cart was rolled in with a nervous system laying on it. Salte grabbed the thick part at the base.

         It hooked in nicely after the destroyed system was removed. "Perfect," Salte said as he touch the slide scanner on the body.

         Hundreds of thousands of lines sealed up on the body, the places where the nerves now laid.

         "We need a new mid-brain and occipital lobe. Quickly, quickly! I can't be here the whole time. I need to be getting to the UOFA station." A nurse in thick rubber gloves came in, occipital lobe in one hand, mid-brain in the other.

         "What are you doing?! Two nurses for two pieces! Idiots!" Salte quickly scooted over to the nurse, grabbing the mid-brain from her.

         He walked over to the robot, propped its head up and removed the broken pieces, replacing them with the new sections.

         There was a loud buzz, then a click. "Yes?" shouted Salte.

         "Dr. Salte, you are needed to test the UOFA. It is ready."

         "I will be right down, thank you." Salte lodged the occipital lobe into the robot, sealed up the back of the head, then turned to the nurse at the computer. "Have you finished the simulations?"

         "Almost. One more... done."

         "Any problems?"

         "None at all, Dr. Salte."

         "Not a single error box?"

         "Not one."

         "Run it on the robot, then. Half speed, please. We don't want any more paralyzing themselves." Salte waited, watched the demonstration, saw that it was successful, and then left the room, heading towards the UOFA labs.

         He grumbled as he walked through the halls, hands behind his back, head tilted forward. He turned west, headed down the long corridor, and arrived at the labs. He was decontaminated and dressed in a suit that covered from head to toe, the only body part visible were his eyes, which he quickly covered with thick blue goggles.

         "SECURITY CHECK," the scanner buzzed. Salte pulled his mask down under his chin, making his mouth available.

         "Dr. Kolani Salte, head administrator," he said, which caused the door to open. He quickly stepped through after putting his mask back up.

         "Dottore Salte, over here, please," the Italian scientist, Matteo Conti said. When Salte stepped up next to him, he continued. "We are thinking we found a strong enough, eh, compound for these experiments you wish to try. Here, eh, look."

         Conti palmed a button, causing a large sound to echo through the labs. The full sized UOFA in the middle of the room started to 'fold'.

         "Open the roof, please!" When the ceiling was out of the way, Conti pushed another button on the interface in front of him.

         The humming softened, and a perfect circle formed in the air horizontally.

         "Drop the testing material!" Conti had to yell over the noise. Two men dressed in the same smocks picked up a large cube with the over-sized pliers each held. They lifted it above the UOFA, then released it. The cube nearly touched the UOFA, but it disappeared, reappearing from the 'hole' in the air.

         The two men grabbed it before it could make another journey. Conti twisted the first button, releasing it from the 'On' position to shut off the machine. The UOFA settled down, and the 'hole' slowly faded from the air.

         "Wonderful!" shouted Salte. "Gentlemen, we have successfully built and tested the first 'teleportation device'. Mark this day down on your calendars and open a Swedish bank account. This is going down in the books!"

         "Salte, we have yet to test it on a human. We can send metal cubes, but can we send carbon humans? Shall we test that now?"

         "No," Salte snapped. "No, not yet. There is too much at risk. If someone were to die, we would likely be shut down. We'll test it on mice and pigs first. Then our robots. The life sensors on them will tell us if it is safe."

         "Of course, always thinking about the safety of others lives," Conti smugly pronounced.

         "It's not so much the lives, it's the reputation." Salte turned away from Conti and headed down the stairs into the work area. Fiddling with the UOFA, he continued. "If someone were to just disappear in a facility that specializes in 'teleportation', or they were to be killed from a fall, where our portals appear 50 feet above the ground, they will put two and two together and shut... us... down."

         "Yes, yes, I understand. Eh, do you wish me to order some testing mice and pigs?"

         "No, not quite. We have a few things still to get right, so we must accomplish those first. I have some calculations to make, based on how a fraction of a degree will move the rift."

         "I'll just wait then. In my time, I shall continue to work on the UOFA. Thank you, Dottore Salte, for watching our demonstration."

         "Don't get smooth and try to brown nose."
~2~

*****


         "We pull it, creating a rift. That rift connects two opposite Universal Coordinates. The possibilities are endless. Instantaneous transportation between Earth and, well, anywhere. Jupiter, Pluto, Planet UB313, where ever. People could take vacations in Jamaica nearly whenever they want, even if they live in China or in a base on Antarctica. Boom, they're there."

         "Will it cost?"

         "Of course. It costs money to run these things. The shorter the distance, the less it will cost, but even traveling across the Universe will be quite affordable.

         "And it is safe for human travel?"

         "Yes, yes. There were some kinks, but they are as smooth now as they could ever be."
~3~

*****


         "Sir," Conti said, "We are now ready for the first human test."

         "Good. The pigs and mice went through fine?" Salte asked.

         "Yes, not a single injury."

         "Continue, then." The UOFA was activated, now more of a wave than a portal, curling from the ground up. It was positioned above a pool filled with foam cubes.

         The large hum started up, making the pencils on the desks vibrate, slowly moving the lipped edge. A man in the same blue smocks and goggles rubbed his hands together, nervous to be the first subject.

         Salte and Conti held up thumbs. The subject, John Aberdeen, 27, married to a beautiful woman named Susan, and had two kids, ages 2 and 5; held up a thumb as well.

         A loud buzzer sounded, and John dove in. There was a sputtering sound, and the UOFA jumped. John came out the other side and landed in the foam pool.

         In a hundred bloody pieces.

         "Oh, shit!" Conti yelled.

         The emergency stop button was slapped. The waved faded.




Susan Aberdeen,

         We are sorry to inform you that your husband, John Aberdeen, has died in a terrible accident.

         While working in the construction area, he lifted a piece of metal with a magnetic crane. The cleaning was inadequate; the top of the piece still had oil on it.

         He stood underneath the metal and started to manually clean it. The motion of his hand slid the metal around, which in turn, ended up disconnecting and crushing him.


Once again, we are terribly sorry.


Salte Laboratory
~4~



*****


         "So, where did the idea of 'teleporting via origami' come from? Was it just a random thought, or does it have origin?"

         "Well, yes and yes. I was watching a television program on origami, and one of the folders on the show was using mathematical equations and such to fold the paper. I was intrigued. I had always thought of origami as silly crane making. I was wrong.

         "Knowing that folding can be implied mathematically, I started the program over. I watched it, thinking about... Well, when someone folds, they are taking at least two points of the paper and putting them together, be them corners, or just a flat spot of no real significance. That is, until it is completely folded.

         "Going back to the two points. Who says it only has to be two points? Definitely not those specialized in the art of origami! In a way, I thought backwards. 'What if I transported the same object in two different directions? Not just one?' The cubes multiplied with ease; now we have hundreds of them. But the mice... Not so much. We stopped there. I gotta admit it, three mice died... Three, little, mice."
~5~

*****


         "Just take the letter and fill in the blanks."




First Last,

         We are sorry to inform you that your Relation, First Last, has died in a terrible accident.

         While working in the construction area, he got in the way of a falling piece of metal. It was thin, and was falling sideways, hitting him directly on the head.

         He was split in half.

Once again, we are terribly sorry.


Salte Laboratories




         "For all three?" The secretary asked.

         "Yes. One lives in Hong Kong, another in Camas, and the third, somewhere in Rhode Island. They will never know. Where is that damn janitor?!"

         "Here, sir."

         "Good, we have another job for you."

         "Dottore! Shall we test the other three?"

         "No, Mr. Conti, we shall not. Enough men have died here today, and the janitor is getting old."

         "Yes, of course, Dottore. What about the satellite? Shall we get that out there? Our few images of the planet aren't nearly enough."

         "Well, we have to send something across the Universe sometime. It might as well be now. That should bring the hopes of the men back up."

         "Yes, eh, now?"

         "Yes, Conti, now." Conti did an about face and headed back into the laboratory. Salte heard some shouting, in both English and Italian. The UOFA hummed.

         "Ms. Thomas, you will tell the janitor here what to do, please?"

         "Of course," she replied. Salte quickly headed into the laboratory, decontaminating his suit as fast as possible, while still maintaining sterility. When he got into the UOFA lab a large screen was pulled down, a projector aimed at it. Right now the screen showed inside of the labs, the tiny satellite on a crane transmitting the images wirelessly.

         The crane moved, and the image changed, following the motion of the satellite.
~6~



*Note: This story is far from complete, I am currently swamped with work, so I will update as often as possible. Click the red "~7~" at the bottom of this paragraph to leave a comment about the whole story (this is for non-specifics, what I should add, any grammatical errors, etc). What is about to happen will be quite a twist, and is based off of reality. Also, it may seem that I use incorrect grammar while Salte and Conti speak, but Salte's is meant to be more proper, and Conti is Italian. And no, this story was not inspired at all by the popular video game series "Portal". There are many things that I just realized that are incorrect with this story, such as the fact that the pictures taken from the satellite would show the planet millions of years in the past, so I am currently working on that.*
~7~
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