A bunch of people in here without something solid two feet to the left of them seem to be assuming that there is a perfect them-shaped vaccuum that they will be teleported into. That’s not the case. There is air there, and you’ll be just as dead as the guy sitting next to the family refrigerator.
Unless you are an astronaut currently in space, the only correct answer is “dying of multiple simultaneous embolisms, with or without widespread traumatic amputations, and ‘gross dismemberment’ (SFW, only text) from instantaneous pressure changes inside the body.”
Presumably, teleportation is a bidirectional process, and everything that was occupying the space you now take gets teleported to your previous position.
I’m now pooping outside for the neighbors to see… and probably fell over, bare-ass, struggling to figure out wtf just happened. And I’m locked out with a dirty bum; whyyyy!? Why have I been forsaken during my phone poop time?!
I would be sitting on the left side of the coach. There would probably be some discomfort as I would be sitting on top of some stuff, but nothing bad really. My cat would at least leave the cable lying there along.
I’d fall off my displaced chair and have my left kneecap stuck in the drawers. I guess I’d die if that merge of my knee with the drawer would result in fusion.
About half of my body is now occupying the same space-time position as my refridgerator.
I die almost instantly, the half that is left outside the fridge slumps to the floor and creates a gory mess for my partner to find.
Meanwhile, the other half of my mass is busy trying to occupy the same place as my refrigerator probably causes additional…effects. Does it explode? Does it just make a mess in the fridge? I will never know. Either way, it’s safe to say my family is getting a new fridge.
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