[ 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 .

My first post so please be kind: ) 
 
 “ I can ’ t... no... ”, she rambled. 
 
 I waited politely for doctor Gambin ’ s fit to recede. 
 
 “ Take your time, Professor. You were telling me about the procedure. ”, I stated calmly. 
 
 While the great inventor collected herself, I glanced around the room once again, marvelling at its construction. Every part of it had been designed without any straight lines or angles, but the professor was still frequently agitated by her phobia and required lengthy breaks when recounting the story of her teleportation device. I was even supplied with a block of round paper and a curved and rounded pen to record my interview on. Plain paper even, not lined, in case she looked at it. 
 
 “ Jane, call me Jane. I know what they call me on the streets, the Mad Professor. Pah, if they only knew what that damn machine does they would have more respect for me. ” 
 
 “ Ok, Jane, I ’ m sorry, please continue. ” 
 
 “ As I was saying, splitting the human body into atoms and beaming at it the speed of light to a different location is a very precise process. The consequences of atoms misplaced are far too high and could result in a catastrophe. The displacement of even just one atom would compound the effect over the atoms in the entire body, shifting them relative to the other atoms in the body. ” 
 
 “ And this displacement caused problems, I presume? ” I asked. 
 
 “ When you imagine the complexity of the brain, the chemical reactions occurring in it.... ” 
 
 Professor Gambin ’ s eyes fogged up again, and she resumed the horrified pleading that accompanied her episodes. 
 
 I pitied the frail looking woman. She was once renowned in her field, awarded and respected. Now her thin hair and sagging eyes hid that she had been extremely intelligent and strong only a few months ago. 
 When her eyes cleared she continued, as if nothing had happened. 
 
 “ Even with the achieved error rate of 0.00001 %, the effects slowly became noticeable on my team. When a person is teleported the mind pauses for the duration of the journey. On arrival, however, the chemical changes and the neuron changes caused by the reconstruction error cause the time traveller to relive strong memories of their life until the mind finds itself back to the present. ” 
 
 Impressed by the intellect the scientist still preserved, I dared push into the events that led up to her incarceration in the mental facility. 
 
 “ And did those ‘ neuron changes ’ effect what happened to your assistant, Professor Browning? ”, I inquired, tentatively. 
 
 She pursed her lips and breathed sharply, I worried that I had gone too far. 
 “ I ’ m sorry, I shouldn ’ t have... ” 
 
 “ Professor Browning was severely abused by his parents for most of his childhood. He required several months of intensive therapy once the horrors were exposed and his parents incarcerated. He still visited a psychologist once a month until a week before the incident at the lab. I believe the travelling uncovered something hidden away long ago inside him, something we didn ’ t notice until it escalated ” 
 
 “ And then he shot up the lab and put a bullet through his own head ” 
 
 “ In the moment I was being dematerialised in one of our test runs. I saw him kill all my co workers. If he had been there a second earlier the bullet he fired at me would have gone though my skull, killing me on the spot. Instead it was dematerialised inside my head as it breached the chamber, and was lodged in my brain when I was reassembled. ” 
 
 Shocked, I processed the information she had just given me. No other reporter had come this far with an interview without Professor Gambin suffering a complete psychological breakdown. 
 
 Jane shed a tear, wiped it immediately with her sleeve, and stared at her lap. 
 
 “ Such a good man, ” she mumbled, “ poor Mr Browning. Forced to live in his terrible past. ” 
 
 I waited a few minutes for her to stabilise until I had the courage ask one more question. 
 
 “ And are you yourself living in your past? ” 
 
 “ The teleportation and the bullet cause a memory to surface often... It is so vivid, so real. My brother ’ s body, the knife. His blood running in the grouting of the kitchen tiles, like a checkerboard... LINES... STRAIGHT... SHARP... KNIFE. ” 
 
 She lurched aggressively towards me and I dodged. Foam flew from her mouth and her bloodshot eyes caught mine. The door burst open and carers charged in, dragging me out. The scene receded rapidly behind the closing door of her cell. 
 
 The poor woman. Poor, brilliant, damaged. No, she was n't mad, she was horrified. Horrified of the moments she when was catapulted into her past by the errors of the teleportation device. 
 
 EDIT: Did n't know copying it from word would mess up the formatting. 

