Short story, definitely no later than the 1980s, but probably much earlier, in which there’s a chap on Mars (I think — could be the moon or another planet) in a base or ship (can’t recall which) that’s failing. He steps in the teleport and walks out at the other end on Earth to (I think) a hero’s reception. Meanwhile, back on Mars, the original man sits down to look towards Earth and awaits his death.
The point is about how their teleports don't physically transport the man, but read his make up and reconstruct him at the other end.
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