New verse with malcolmeffect

[danieljackson]

Daniel tossed his pencil at the mess on his desk with a frustrated sound. He leaned back in the chair with a sigh, running his hands through his hair. "I give up. I'm just not seeing it."

The it being a translation he'd been working on for about 36 hours straight. Which equaled out to about 15 cups of coffee and 5 pencils worth. Now the text was starting to look like a bunch of squiggles, no matter how often he adjusted his glasses.

The text had been found on a mostly deserted planet, PT-586. The building structures there seemed to say there had once been an advanced culture...but it seemed to have disappeared into thin air. All that was left was their writings. There was a pattern, but it just didn't follow any languages Jackson was familiar with. The letters were a collection of dashes, dots, and circles. More of a methodical code than anything...

Code...methodical...

"That has to be it," Daniel said aloud. "It's a math based language...which means I'm a bit out of my league." He picked up the phone, calling General Hammond. He was going to need help on this one.

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[stargatejackson.livejournal.com]

Daniel nodded, putting his glasses back on and picking out one of the pictures for reference. "Yes, exactly square. In fact all of the rooms are. 14 x 14 x 14 meters, down to the milimeter as far as our measuring equipment can tell."

"And seven is an odd number, it's like six with an odd man out...although there are seven symbols in a stargate...address..." Daniel realized the minute he said it, he really couldn't take it back.

[malcolmeffect.livejournal.com]

Ian barely heard what Daniel was saying. He was mentally number crunching for patterns. The word address caught his attention because it seemed so out of place in the discussion.

The address? Ian didn't get it but he did see something in the patterns that demanded more attention. Malcolm looked over Daniel's shoulder at the photograph and then the papers in front of him.

I don't think this is a language.

[stargatejackson.livejournal.com]

Daniel perked up at that. "It's not? What do you think it is?"

[malcolmeffect.livejournal.com]

Are these in the same arrangement they are at on the wall? Ian was drumming his fingers on the table while looking down at the pages intensely.

[stargatejackson.livejournal.com]

"Yes...wait!" Daniel switched two of the papers. "Now they are."

[malcolmeffect.livejournal.com]

Malcolm was sure of what he was thinking now. He flipped over the last one and got the nearest writing instrument. At the top he put the repeating three symbols = to 'A'. After he listed all the other symbols and assigned them letters. After he numbered the panels.

The repetition isn't linear. But if you correlate non-adjacent sets... Malcolm started listing out the first and fourth set of symbols as 'A'= a string of variables that he'd already assigned to the symbols.

The variables repeat in the equation allowing you to drop some of them. He wrote out more to the equation that eventually came down to two assigned letters from each of the blocks of symbols were equal to 'A'.

That's the equation for the vector describing a shifting object in three dimensional space.

Malcolm stopped writing and questioned how crazy what he just did seemed. We do a demonstration similar to this where the students have to determine the probable location of a rat roaming free on a grid. It's two dimensional but the process would be very similar.

Ian rubbed his eyes. Not because he was tired but because hew as waiting for his reputation to burn again for sounding crazy.

[stargatejackson.livejournal.com]

Daniel tried to watch what he was doing but it was a bit beyond him as an archeologist. But he tried anyway. "So...it's all one big math equation? This room is specific to this one equation..." That almost made sense.

"Ok, so...assuming that's right..." he had a flicker of an idea going. "This room could be representative of that idea. A sort of...display room?"

The door opened and the lieutenant came in and handed Dr. Jackson two papers. "Thank you! Finally." He slid over a non-disclosure agreement and pen. The paper states that the undersigned is sworn to never reveal the classified information he will be allowed access to, etc. etc. with a blank space for a signature.

[malcolmeffect.livejournal.com]

It seems to be from the pattern. Ian looked down at what he'd written. It might explain the size of the room being precisely 14.

Ian shrugged. The equation could be describing any object inside or outside of the room.

Ian looked up when the papers came. He'd seen these before. Like the last time he wasn't in a position where he could refuse to sign them. He signed the papers reluctantly before going back to the equation.

These need to be graphed in 3 dimensional space. The vectors might explain more once they are mapped.

[stargatejackson.livejournal.com]

"That's good! That's...that's brilliant." Daniel was estatic over this revelation.

It was a relief when he signed the papers, now he didn't have to feel like a heel for being so secretive.
"Sure, what do you need? A computer probably?"

[malcolmeffect.livejournal.com]

The only concern I have is the last set of symbols. Ian flipped the page over and looked at the last set of 9 symbols.

A computer with Origin.

[stargatejackson.livejournal.com]

Daniel gathered up the papers, "Hold that thought, let's get these to the Gate Room, they've got the best computers in there. With Origin and probably some better programs besides."

"Com'n, follow me," he headed out the door into the corridor.

[malcolmeffect.livejournal.com]

As long as someone knows how to put the numbers in. Ian got up and sighed when he realized he didn't have his cane. He followed Daniel slowly as he tried to work the stiffness out of his leg.

[stargatejackson.livejournal.com]

Daniel led him to the control room which had the usual military personell in it. Beyond it through the bullet proof glass was the gate room, the Stargate sitting quietly on it's mounts and the ramp underneath it.

Daniel of course had forgotten that he had yet to explain all of this, he was setting the papers along a small area next to a computer station and asking one of the techs to punch up Origin for Dr. Malcolm.

[malcolmeffect.livejournal.com]

Ian had stopped dead still when he first got a look at the Stargate through the glass. He hadn't seen anything like it and wondered what it was.

[stargatejackson.livejournal.com]

"Ok, um, this is Tasha, she's one of our techs and she's well versed in Origin so she can put in anything you need." Daniel saw that Ian's attention was elsewhere.
"Oh! Right, that. That is, um..." Daniel tried to think of the best way to put this. But he was saved by the bell.
Red lights started to flash and alarms going off. The tech behind the main desk spoke through the PA system while everyone started moving around faster. "Offworld activation! Incoming traveler!"

The Stargate was turning, lights turning on in the chevrons around the edges. It activated as the last one locked into place and the blue whoosh of the wormhole swooshed it's way through the gateroom and back into the circle, making a glowing blue pool.

A few seconds later, SG4 team came through on schedule from their mission.

[malcolmeffect.livejournal.com]

Ian was startled and fascinated in equal portions when the gate began to work. The scurrying people held almost as much interest as the mechanism itself. He wondered if that was a time traveling mechanism but didn't voice it. Instead he asked.

What is that?

[stargatejackson.livejournal.com]

"That is what we call a Stargate. It's a...sort of portal to other gates that are scattered around the galaxy. We use it to travel to other planets..." Time to let the cat out of the bag. "Which is where we found the buildings with the text I couldn't identify."

"This is the SGC or Stargate Command. You're actually under Cheyanne Mountain, the Norad project...or at least that's it's official purpose. Our project gets the much lower levels.
Sorry, this is probably alot to take in at once..."

[malcolmeffect.livejournal.com]

Malcolm listened but he was still looking out the glass at the Stargate. What planet is it from?

I work for Hammond. I'm used to..uh.. surprises. Ian finally turned away from the window to face daniel.

[stargatejackson.livejournal.com]

"Well, from here actually. At an archeological dig on the Giza plateau in Egypt in the '40s. We only just recently figured out that the 39 symbols around the edge were used in a 7 symbol sequence like an address to another gate."
Daniel quick drew a cube on a nearby whiteboard, dotting the sides. "6 symbols needed to locate a point in space and the 7th as the point of origin," he said, making another dot a distance away from the cube and drawing a line to it.

[malcolmeffect.livejournal.com]

Ian really didn't need the diagram but he joined Daniel at the wipe board nodding. This is very similar to what will come out of those equations.

[stargatejackson.livejournal.com]

Daniel turned to him, very interested. "Really? So these equations...might be related to the Stargate itself?"

[malcolmeffect.livejournal.com]

Ian picked up the other marker. Except they align this way.

He drew the same number of points on a cube but the points were connected in such a way that they formed a horizontal and vertical square whose corners were the center points of the cube's sides.

The last equation may be zero. If it is the point of relation is in the center of both squares and the cube.

Ian placed a dot in the center of the drawing.

[stargatejackson.livejournal.com]

"That's interesting...not exactly helpful yet but interesting. If we only knew what it meant..."

Daniel got a hunch and flipped through the pictures again, finding the one with the cube on the center of the floor in the room they had found and stuck it up next to the diagram. "You don't suppose they meant the center of this? They, whoever they are or were, devoted this whole elaborate thing to tell us there's a middle to this square?"

[malcolmeffect.livejournal.com]

Ian looked between the picture and the drawing. Are you sure the cube is solid?

It didn't seem likely to Ian but maybe there was something inside of it.

[stargatejackson.livejournal.com]

Daniel shrugged. "As far as we know...we didn't xray it or anything."

He considered. "We might have to go back there to find out."