CEO Jake Ross's telecom company successfully launched over sixty low Earth orbit satellites.

The government expedited the constellation launch as per a secret pact with a defense agency to install add-on modules for a highly classified prototype teleportation technology.

With Jake's satellites, the military could pinpoint and capture any enemy planes, ships, transports, or missiles across the globe.

For Jake's company, the worldwide coverage, higher bandwidth speeds, and low-latency enabled his company to crush the competition.

Jake became super-rich and somewhat reclusive …

He bought a large estate and several vacation properties throughout the world.

Jake stayed for a vacation at his remote countryside cottage nearby a lake ...

He sat in his home office, opened a window, listened to birds singing, sipped coffee, and linked to the satellite system to monitor worldwide communications.

He then went outside to grab the daily newspaper ...

While he opened the paper and read headlines, a car with a roaring engine pulled up.

He glanced over—

A strange woman parked her shiny red sports car convertible in the middle of the road and then left it with the engine idling and music blaring. She glanced at Jake, smiled, and entered a neighbor's home.

Jake returned to his home office and casually watched the car through one of his security cameras.

About an hour later, the convertible remained parked with its engine still idling and blaring loud thumping music ...

He logged into the satellite teleportation system, aimed it at the vehicle, and then zapped it. He then rematerialized it right in front of the neighbor's gate.

Blocked in, the woman entered her car through the passenger side door. She then raised her middle finger, shouted something at Jake's house, and sped off.

Jake continued to teleport the neighbor's leftover junk—trash cans, bicycles, skateboards, furniture, newspapers, vehicles, and just about anything else considered an eyesore or obstructing the roadway.

Meanwhile ...

Jake searched through the teleporter protocols. He found a hidden folder labeled 'epic-failures' containing scans of poorly handwritten documents. Much of the scribbling warned about cascading scattering effects, zero differentiation, and limiting teleportation use to synthetic materials.

The last written entry concluded with big letters—"We're all one."

A nested folder named 'career-killer' contained discarded source code for the teleporter to utilize DNA scans as fingerprints.

The government permitted Jake's discretionary use of teleportation technology. But strictly for site-to-site transportation of only inorganic material with an agreement of zero public visibility and full plausible deniability.

One early Saturday morning ...

Jake went for a run—an off-leash dog hopped a backyard fence, chased him, and bit him hard enough on the leg to the point of bleeding.

Jake scared the dog off with a stick, went home, and cleaned up his leg wound.

He also ordered rabies shots ...

The dog's saliva remained on his clothing, so Jake took a sample and sent it for analysis to a friend who worked in a private genomics laboratory—with an understanding of no questions asked. The friend scanned the dog's DNA and provided Jake the results.

Jake extracted, added to, and compiled the biological-teleportation source code and developed a mobile app to access and activate the satellite system.

Once his leg healed, he went for another run, and the same dog chased him ...

He targeted the animal with his phone's LiDAR sensor and touched the 'T' icon on his newly created app ...

It took just a few seconds for the satellites to triangulate—

Out of the sky came down a bolt of lightning and zap!

The dog vanished in a puff of smoke with only its collar left behind.

Jake stepped back at a distance, hit the 'T' icon again, and watched as the dog rematerialized.

Before sleeping ...

Jake browsed online social media sites. Pet owners from around the world reported their dogs of many different breeds vanishing and reappearing. Yet, most non-dog owner commenters dismissed them as fake news.

Coincidently, the vanishings occurred around the same time frame Jake teleported his canine assailant. He ran a software debugger and discovered a possible glitch in his mobile app, so he patched it.

He further added a map with GPS and waypoint ability to the app.

The next day, Jake started out with a new early morning jogging routine ...

He marked points on the map, kept at a distance, turned around, and then touched 'T' to teleport and translocate litter and debris.

In a short amount of time, the neighborhood looked pristine.

One week later ...

Right behind Jake's cottage, a homeowner leased out a house to a frat of college students on a vacation break. On the first night, the students threw a wild party ...

Jake heard crunching footsteps in his backyard, so he went outside with a flashlight.

One of the party-goers jumped the fence, swaggeringly drunk, and urinated on one of Jake's hedges. Jake hollered and scared the person off ...

He quickly took a urine sample of the trespasser, sent it to his friend, and received DNA lab results within a few days.

With the person's genetic fingerprint, Jake prepared his mobile app for the next possible go around.

Every night of the week ...

The eclectic group of college students hosted mega loud parties listening to various genres, such as hip-hop, country music, metal, and oldies.

Jake installed floodlights with additional security cameras in his backyard.

On a Tuesday evening, the security system notified Jake of another breach ...

The same student returned staggering around with some drunken buddies.

Jake stepped outside, targeted the person, and initiated the sequence.

The satellites triangulated and zapped the person—dropping a beer can, a keychain, pack of cigarettes, clothing, and leaving behind a pair of shoes.

Seconds later, it began to zap the person's friends too ...

"Oh, shit! Of course!"

Jake glanced up at the stars in the sky while a crackling bolt of lightning shot toward him—

"We're all one ..."