Dear Mr. Scientist
So how is it coming along?
I know you’re working extra hard
I hope something doesn’t go wrong.
Do you think it will be ready soon?
Will there be room for one or two?
Will this be a pretty compact size,
I just wonder about the room.
Will every place have a coordinate?
And I guess some will be secret secure
there better not be any tricky math
that would goof me up good for sure.
Do I step in and set the numbers?
push a button, hum and wait?
Will I be able to go back and forth
In roundtrips up to seven or eight?
Oh, I promise I will use mine only for good!
Girl Scout’s honor with my hand I swear
Like I’d never go into the jungle
And try to bring back a live bear.
I’d never plan secret rendevous
of clandestine naughty intentions
or show up in someone’s boudior
against polite social rules and conventions.
It really could save on energy and gas
I don’t know much science in theory
But the cost of travel is much too much money
And the waiting just makes me so weary.
So, like one minute you’re right here?
then after the dematerialization,
You speed travel time and distance
reappear with a slight buzzy sensation?
okay . . .
Will it be like a pod with a plush comfy chair?
Or more like a small elevator?
Will there be smart sensing antennae device
So I don’t end up down in a crater?
Well I guess I should let you get back to your work
I asked probably too many questions
And I brought you a sangwich to keep up your strength
But I do have just one small suggestion.
Far be from me to be rude to you
But I ask could you please make it snappy
your transporter may very well change up my life
Well I hoping, from crappy to happy.
Dear Mr. Scientist send me my transporter.
I’m ready to go now.
p.s. BTW, keep me on your mailing list for the x-ray glasses.
just silly thoughts. but I honestly believe in our lifetime, this will be manifest. . . . and commonplace.
try explaining a microwave to your great grandpa.
i mean if you could. . . .