Sci Fi Teleporter Novels & Stories

Atlantis in all of her glory suddenly appeared facing their small ship. I sat tall on my throne, my heart racing with determination. "Lock on to the humans and teleport them to the medical bay." "Hail them, Apollo," I commanded. "Locking on to the human life signs... teleportation beam energized," Apollo confirmed. The viewscreen flickered to life, showing Zorvath's scaly face. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked in perfect English. "Report, Apollo," I demanded, my eyes still fixed on Zorvath's sneering face.

“What an amazing summoning circle. I never thought that it would be able to sense if the people inside are dead or alive. Quentin looked flattered. “This summoning circle is nothing. According to my research and knowledge, there should be some summoning circles out there that can teleport a person anywhere. It’s called a transporter, but a tool like that is too complex. I’ve only managed to find some basic formulas in my book. There’s no way to find more information, unfortunately.”

He quickly closed the message and pushed the phone in his left pants pocket. "Cho damn phone company reminding me the bill is to be paid,“ he muttered, "Let’s go and have some food and relax babes." He had his suspicions about the phone; however he wanted to ensure that Marsha was not made aware that he thought she had cloned his phone. "If you say so Dominique I am in for it." She pressed the button to start the car. "So Mr Martin tell me about the business plans you have for Diplomatic Transporter Incorporated."

"Please cease with the idle chatter and transport me to my intended mate that I might bond with her and return her to our world." "Bit of a problem with that," announced the AI with a hint of glee. "What now?" Lex said, unable to hide the exasperation in his voice. "The teleporter seems to be malfunctioning." "Impossible. Try again." The molecular transportation unit had worked as expected at their last planetary spot, so he saw no reason why it wouldn't be working now. "Try again? Are you joking?" said the computer with a realistic note of incredulity. "You want me to use a malfunctioning teleporter on you? What, you don't like your body parts where they are?"

The right one. I sat down. "Talk," I said. It had happened at 3 AM. Forty seconds of security footage before the feed went dark. A figure outside Irene's cell. No forced entry. No alarms. The cell door opened without a key, without anything the prison could explain. Irene walked out. The figure walked beside her. Then they were both gone. "Spatial teleportation," Thomas said. "Rare, expensive. And Takes years to develop. It leaves a signature if you know what to look for." He paused. "We know what to look for."

After that, the last supreme paragon of the Dragonoid took out several teleportation amulets from his spatial ring and gave them to Calvert and the other four prodigies. He made those teleportation tokens himself. It was capable of teleporting to ten thousand miles away. The best weapon to use to escape during dangerous times. After that, he raised his hand to make a sign. His aura became unstable and manic. "Oh, no! He's going to self-destruct!" The disciples of the Primordial Sacred Land who surrounded the supreme paragon were dumbstruck and scared.

The long beep resounded in the quiet room, completely dashing their last bits of delusion. Under their disbelieving gazes, I said, "Adrian is already dead. Keeping this body alive would only lead to the destruction of this world." But Sophie was unnaturally silent. The obsession in her gaze grew stronger as she said, "Ade, I won't let you go." Retrieving a palm-sized gadget from her pocket, she pressed a button. The System immediately let out an ear-piercing warning. "Warning! Unknown energy interference detected! Teleportation sequence interrupted!"

Cummings says with a small laugh, but I stay stoic. This all seems too good to be true. Maybe I am already dead. Maybe this is how souls get sent off. It doesn't matter. Ms. Cummings draws my attention back to her as she begins fiddling with her case again. "Right. Back to it... The center is expecting harvested women from Earth and will be ready for your arrival. Sending three at once is not common, but it isn't against the rules. You all will arrive unconscious. They will immediately place you in one of their machines that gives them a full-body read-out. Depending on what they see will determine your treatment. I hear it is a speedy process, and it heals your body completely. You will loo

In essence, teleporting. She just had to picture where she wanted to go, and boom. She was there in a snap. Amazement filled her. She’d studied the manipulation of macroparticles for years before she’d succeeded in teleporting plastic, basically faxing a small portion from one station to another. Now, to move a living being between planes with only a thought…it was everything she’d worked for, gift-wrapped and handed to her. So, when she’d imagined her old kitchen, she had travelled to her old kitchen. Before, in that town, she had imagined James in her bed, and had therefore travelled back to her bed. So simple, so easy, an answer that made sense. Finally,

Caspian looked at the Mirage White Tiger. "Sure. Please take good care of her." The Mirage White Tiger nodded, and with eyes full of reluctance, it turned its sight to Caspian. "When I leave, I'll leave a teleportation channel. Just walk in, and you'll return to your previous spot. Then — see you next time."