Let me tell you a story
When I once teleported my body
From a big, squeaky, dark cell
Applied blue, smelly, cold gel.
My mad uncle invented it
When I was just a kid
One day he told me –
Kid, behold the Teleporto.
After years of backbreaking research
I saw him turning on the machine
All high and dancing in caffeine.
It revved and squealed like a pig
And a few gaudy lights blinked
Like the Christmas in heaven.
“Step back,” he screamed in delight,
Gestured to go away.
I had a bunny in my hands when
The bright blue light shone so bright,
Wavered and flickered and BOOM BASH –
And uncle was not there!
The gel smelled stinky
As I stepped up to the platform
In strange desires and pride.
I pressed the button and
Hoped to enjoy the ride.
It vibrated, smoked, sparked,
It hurt, bled and pained a lot.
I got vanished.
Now, I don’t understand the notion
Why do people want to set
Their world in utter commotion?
Of all the people he met,
Was it an urgency to get self-teleported?
And he never returned- my uncle.
Quantum disturbances were high
As I got sucked up in the gel
All I could remember was
That awful crude smell.
“Hello kid,” the voice said.“I presume,
You must be drained and tired.”
How blissful I was as he did know,
“Uncle, was it the gel we fired?”
And he explained the notion
Of being teleported
It was the same cell
Big, whiny and crimson red.
“I did not only invent
Teleporto, but also something else.
“A replicated world with same dimensions,
Same life, breath and pulse.”
“Parallel universe!” I gasped.
“Yes,” his eyes shone.
“I’ve been Waiting for you for years.”
And he Danced like a madman I’ve ever seen.
So we pranced around till dawn
In the cells, in the patio and the lawn,
It was the science we happily gored
Together, the strange world we explored.