The book
Beam Me Up
or A Brief History of the Future
By Stephen Clarke

What if teleportation was really possible? Not in a television space ship but here and now?

Governments could teleport in hit squads to assassinate tyrants, without all that media-unfriendly business of bombing civilians.
For criminals, the possibilities would be endless. Who could catch you if you beamed drugs into nostrils a hundred miles away? And how much would illegal immigrants pay to be teleported into the rich host country of their choice?

This chaos (and more) starts when the first primitive teleportation machine comes on to the market in 2003. Watching the anarchy, with a gleam of pride in his ice-blue eyes, is the head of the team who developed the machine: Max Blender. Max is a man with a dream that goes way beyond teleportation. And he knows that to make his dream come true, he has to seduce the President of the United States (metaphorically) and Britain's first ever ex-punk female Prime Minister (literally).

Let the chaos begin …

I teleported home one night
With Ron and Sid and Meg
Ron stole Meggie's heart away
And I got Sidney's leg

Poem from the Restaurant at the End of the Universe, © Douglas Adams RIP. Permission requested

ISBN 2-9521638-0-4