Portal Mishap - Modular TF
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The lab smelled like ozone and burnt coffee. Building 7, sub-basement level 3, Kaspians Institute of Applied Physics. Papers covered every surface. Whiteboards lined the walls, filled edge to edge with equations in green and red marker, half of them crossed out, rewritten and crossed out again. A half-eaten sandwich sat on top of a stack of published journals, all of them authored or co-authored by the same name: Dr. Jeanne Galuska. Brown hair pulled back in a messy bun with a pencil stuck through it. Round glasses with thin copper frames that sat slightly crooked on her small nose. Green eyes, always a little too wide, always moving, always calculating. She was short, five foot two, with a soft, pale body that hadn't seen a gym in years. Small breasts hidden under a wrinkled white lab shirt. She'd been called a prodigy since age nine. Published her first paper at fourteen. Graduated MIT at nineteen. Got recruited by Kaspian at twenty-two and for the last four years, she'd been building the thing that sat in the center of the lab: a spatial displacement device or what people call a teleporter. The kind of machine that existed only in science fiction until Jeanne decided it shouldn't. The machine was a ring of superconducting coils arranged in a vertical circle, eight feet in diameter, mounted on a platform bristling with cables and cooling pipes. A control console sat ten feet away, covered in switches and readouts. The air near the ring shimmered faintly, a heat haze effect caused by the localized warping of spacetime. It worked and she'd proven it. An apple, teleported six feet across the room, arriving perfectly intact. A banana and even a cluster of grapes. Then a worm, a living organism, sent through and arriving on the other side alive and wriggling. The data was clean. The results were reproducible. But her colleagues didn't care about worms. The review board wanted human trials. They wanted results that justified the funding and they wanted them by Friday. 'If I wait for approval, they'll shut me down,' Jeanne thought, staring at the machine. 'If I do it now, I prove it works. I prove everything.' She locked the lab door. She calibrated the targeting array by hand, punching coordinates into the console. Origin point: center of the ring. Destination point: the marked square on the floor six feet away. The same path the apple had taken. She stepped into the ring. The machine hummed and the air vibrated. The shimmering intensified until the space inside the ring looked like a vertical pool of water, light bending and folding at the edges. Jeanne pressed the remote trigger and the machine fired. It was supposed to be one portal. One entry, one exit and clean displacement. Instead, the console sparked. A electronicsblew with a sharp POP. The targeting array glitched, and the single portal fractured into multiple overlapping fields, each one grabbing a different part of her body. Jeanne didn't feel pain. That was the strangest part. There was no cutting sensation, no tearing, no ripping of flesh. What she felt was disconnection. Like her body was a puzzle being gently pulled apart at the seams. Her head separated first. The portal field sliced cleanly through her neck, not through bone or muscle, but through the space between her body. One moment her head was on her shoulders. The next, it wasn't. She felt a brief, dizzying lurch as her perspective shifted, her viewpoint suddenly dropping as her head fell, tumbling through the air. The world spun. Ceiling, wall, floor and then ceiling again. She hit the ground and rolled, her cheek pressing against cold tile. She could still breathe. Air flowed into her nose and mouth normally, even though her head was no longer connected to her lungs. The teleportation matrix maintained the regular biology. Oxygen in, carbon dioxide out, routed through a bridge she couldn't see. Blood still pumped through the severed connection point at her neck, a faint shimmer visible where the portal field held the link open. She could feel her heartbeat in her temples, steady and strong, even though her heart was somewhere across the room inside her torso. Her arms went next. Two more portal fractures caught her at the shoulders and both arms separated cleanly from her torso. She felt them go. Not pain, but absence. The weight of her arms suddenly gone from her sides. She could still feel her fingers, still wiggle them, still sense the cold air on her skin. But when she tried to move her right hand to her face, the hand moved somewhere else entirely. She couldn't see where. Her head had rolled to a stop near the base of a lab bench. She was on her side, cheek against the floor, glasses hanging off one ear. From this angle she could see her torso standing in the center of the ring, armless, headless, still upright. Her lab shirt hung loose where her arms should have been, the sleeves empty, the collar open above a smooth, shimmering neck stump where the portal field glowed faintly blu
