[ WP ] After inventing and successfully testing a method of teleportation , the inventor develops a phobia of seeing or feeling straight edges and sharp angles . You 're a reporter interviewing the inventor in her specially outfitted room at a private psychiatric facility . You discover she 's not crazy .

`` I was overconfident.'' 
 
 I started. Katherine Hayes, Ph.D., was sitting at her table, staring at the center of it - the blank white plastic center of the curiously constructed table, consisting of nothing but curves. The top sloped ever-so-slightly, so that a marble placed on it would roll off unless it were in the exact center. The edges were rounded, the legs curved, every possible hard edge and straight line hidden from view. 
 
 The room was the same; no corners, no edges. Even the door was rounded, set in a circular portal in the padded wall. It was the least humanity could do for the inventor of teleportation. This room, in a mental facility where she could be cared for with her... condition. I was one of her caretakers, delivering her water and finger food ( finding suitable silverware was deemed too problematic ). 
 
 `` I'm sorry, what was that?'' I replied. The quantum physicist had been entirely incoherent when she was first brought in two years ago, trying to scramble away from anything with straight, hard lines, shouting at them as if she could scare them into becoming curves. I had watched her slowly recover, becoming more and more intelligible as time went on. Any mention of her experiment, however, had resulted in weeks of progress being lost as she curled into a ball and screamed gibberish. We had given up on any possibility of finding out exactly what had happened. 
 
 Seconds ticked past before Dr. Hayes spoke again. `` It was n't just travelling through space, you know.'' 
 
 My breath caught. This was by far the most she had ever spoken of the incident. I did n't dare to say anything in case it broke the spell. 
 
 `` The teleportation is instantaneous. There is no delay; you ca n't even see it happen correctly, because it's faster than light.'' 
 
 Despite the fact that she was staring at the table still, I nodded encouragingly. She nodded back, apparently seeing me in her peripheral vision. 
 
 `` The physics are n't the problem. It's flawless. As long as it's something that ca n't percieve, is n't *aware*, nothing bad will happen.'' Her eyes flicked towards me briefly before returning to the blank white of the table. `` But the payload travels through *time*. It has to. It's going faster than light.'' Her fingers traced invisible patterns on the tabletop. `` I thought everything was accounted for... and I was a fool. Human teleportation will never work.'' 
 
 `` But...'' I could n't help myself. `` There's teleportation centers built. They're opening next week. What do you mean? What's wrong?'' 
 
 She suddenly looked directly at me, a frantic look in her eyes. `` What? That ca n't be! How? It could n't work with people!'' 
 
 My confusion showed on my face, I was sure. `` They said they'd ironed out the bugs.'' 
 
 Dr. Hayes's brow furrowed. `` No... I do n't think they have. Do you want to know what I experienced when I tested the teleporter?'' 
 
 `` Yes. Everyone does.'' 
 
 `` I experienced my future. Every moment of it, all at once, and the further from the present, the sharper, the clearer it was burned into my brain. It was a property of the quantum state of my consciousness, combined with the very act of travelling through time. I saw my *death*, sheared in two by a shattered iron beam, the sharp... edge of it cleaving through me, the long... the long line of its remaining length extending in front of me.'' Her voice quivered for a moment, before firming again. `` The remembered agony of that moment, compressed into a single instant, drove everything else out of my head. Any mind would be broken by that, and I doubt they were able to...'' She trailed off, her expression one of rising horror, hands clenching into fists. `` There are two ways I know that would prevent such a thing. 
 
 `` The first is if the passenger was put into a temporary state of death, and revived on the other side. Total inactivity of the brain. There would be nothing to record. I doubt they are doing this, however, as the survival rate would be too low. The second... 
 
 `` The second is if they had no future.'' 
 
 My eyebrows climbed. `` No future? What do you mean?'' 
 
 `` I mean that if human teleportation has proven successful, the end of the world is very, very soon.'' She got to her feet, knocking her chair over. `` I think I am ready to leave now. And I sincerely hope, for everyone's sake, that the future can be changed.'' 
 
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 Alright, so I did n't quite follow the prompt. No reporter this time. I had an idea, though, and it demanded to be let out. I fixed the gender though.
