It feels like when you're just about to sneeze ... and suddenly you cannot sneeze. Women have commented that teleportation is like being on the threshold of climax and then ... phfffft .... gone.
That was bad enough. But then people's dogs stopped recognizing them when they came home after teleporting.
Something was wrong.
I ran into Megan Fox at the LA airport and she walked past me like looking at me was some sort of intrusion, like even recognizing we were two human beings in the same space was a burden.
So the guy at the teleportation pad asks me "Where to, chief?" and I happened to spy where megan had zapped off to, so I give him those co-ordinates too. Turns out it's Paris. Well, here's the thing with Paris ... they hold you in the buffer an extra thirty seconds because the French are such effete snobs. So I'm in the buffer with megan fox, and then we both step out across the aisle from each other ... and this time our eyes meet, she has to look at me or else we'll run into each other stepping off the pad, right?
And she smiles. And instantly it crosses my mind, the old saying that everyone at one point breathes the same air that was in Caesar's lungs, or Jesus' ...
Let me tell you about being in a teleportation buffer for thirty seconds with Megan fox: alot more exchange there than molecules of air.
Anyway, Megan fox smiled at me getting off the teleportation pad in Paris, and there was a look in her eye that said ... well ... sometimes there's the disappointment of not sneezing ... and other times there's a sensation that goes thru every fiber of your re-assembled body, of just really really having had a satisfying a-choo!
She smiled and sort of wiped some moisture off her beautiful little nose like she was remembering the itch and remembering a really satisfying and slightly promiscuous scratch. Then we did that clumsy, feeling foolish sidestepping back and forth into each other's way, trying to get out of each other's way. She actually laughed and then we got untangled and went our separate ways.
About a week later I saw a tabloid headline that Megan's dog had bitten her, and then gave her a quizzical look while she was playing with it on the beach, nothing serious, just a nip of momentary unfamiliarity ... And instantly i realized that all that week, my bedsheets had smelled of a strange perfume ...
Anyway ... teleportation is strange, but not always in a bad way.