[ WP ] Teleportation is finally invented . Your friend is one of the first people to use it . After coming out on the other side , the more time you spend with him , the more you realize that this is not your friend

Bit late to the party. First post here too! I changed the perspective. 
 
 I stepped out of the transporter and stared down at my hands, clenching and unclenching them a few times. Everything seemed in it's rightful place. Two arms, two legs. One, two, one two. Everything exactly how it should be. Everything how it should be. Except for one niggling thought in that space in your mind that's only ever occupied by such thoughts... 
 
 `` You did it! You made it through! So! What was it like? How does it feel to be teleported across the world, dude?'' 
 A bright smiling figure came bounding up to me, white lab coat dressed, and red face flushed, wearing the most joyous expression I had seen on anyone. 
 `` C'mon Stu, why the blank face? Being assembled then reassembled again fuzz up your brain? Nah of course not. Bet you're just too thrilled!'' He guffawed at his own joke. I nodded and let out a kind of half laugh. Yeah. What was I thinking? We'd done tests on mice, cats and even a horse once. All in the privacy of the lab of course. All displayed no outward signs of anything wrong. They continued their animal ways without a modicum of change. But that was to the outside eye of course. To us, the observers who knew supposedly so much of teleportation but nothing of the inner workings of the mind. Inside, what was really going on? 
 
 Who was this guy in front of me? 
 
 I mean logically I knew. Like ghosts, fragments of memory reappeared if I closed my eyes. Strange phantoms of memories that we had shared together. Well at least I think we had. We, together, had been working on teleportation but aside from that, it was difficult to draw on anything without dotting white lights and a throbbing pain entering my head. No name, no sentimentality entered my mind from seeing him. Just... The facts, I suppose, if I could even be expected to believe them. Over the next few days and weeks I tried to explain to him, my family, my friends how I felt. I soon grew tired of being the rebuffs, the laughs and the lack of belief in their eyes as I told them of our secret project, telling me it was just stress that would soon wear off, and eventually I left my home. I moved and tried to start afresh elsewhere. I mean how could I really relearn the names and lives of everyone I had ever known when they would n't believe a word I had said?
