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danieljackson) wrote2009-05-03 09:14 pm
danieljackson) wrote2009-05-03 09:14 pm
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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.
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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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.
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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?"
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It didn't seem likely to Ian but maybe there was something inside of it.
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He considered. "We might have to go back there to find out."
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After Daniel left Ian took a seat beside Tasha to work on getting the graphs done. The more he saw the visualizations the more Malcolm understood what he was working with. It seemed to him that they were tracking something. What, Ian had no way of understanding.
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"Dr. Malcolm, this is General Hammond. He's in charge of the SGC."
The General nodded and offered a firm handshake. "Glad to have you aboard." He indicated the screen that they were working on. "What am I looking at here?"
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These are the separate equations that the symbols seem to represent. Ian moved past the separate ones because he really didn't think either of these men would understand if he explained them in depth. The final one was all the graphs superimposed into one image. To most wit would probably look like a bunch of colored scribble.
When the equations are mapped together it describes the trajectory of a object moving in a regular pattern between the six points shown in black.
Ian looked down at the woman who had been working with him. He still didn't believe what she had explained but really, was it any more ludicrous than living dinosaurs?
If this is a planet and another gate it would be in a system with an irregular orbit. It follows very similar deviation to what you would expect from a twin star system that has a star of large, low density and one of small, high density. The variable oscillations in the equations is constant with the change in gravitational pull when the planet passes from the influence of the larger star to the smaller.
Ian smiled. Uh.. that is if these symbols represent these equations.
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Daniel shook his head. "No, this planet doesn't have a second star, just the one. And there's also the possibility that there might be something inside of this cube too." He pointed at the picture in question.
"Something useful?" General Hammond asked.
"Well, we don't know. Not till we get a chance to see it again. At least, that's my opinion."
The General hesitated for a second, making his decision. "Ok, SG3 can go with you, Dr. Jackson. Report back if you find anything. You leave at 1500 hours."
Daniel turned to Ian. "Would you come too? I'm not much of a mathe....chaotician and you do have clearance now."
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Ian thought it over and nodded. When was he going to get to travel through time or space or whatever this gate did. How long will I be gone?
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Daniel led the way to where they kept the gear for SG3. Most of the team was starting to assemble, already changed into their green fatigues and checking their weapons and gear.
Daniel handed Ian some fatigues for himself with SG3 badges on the shoulders of the sleeves and also a flat touchscreen laptop computer. "Figured you might need this too." He hurried off and returned changed into his uniform as well.
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Uh.. do these come in black? It wasn't the most serious question and he looked around at the others as he took the laptop. That he set down before going to change. It would take Ian longer because of his leg. He finally came out fussing with the fatigues. He wasn't fond of them.
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The Captain who was leading the team was briefing his four men, he really didn't have to brief the other two, them being civillians and they probably knew more about what was going on than he did. When he was done, he gave a nod to the General who was standing in the control room above. "Dial it up," the General said and the Stargate's inner circle began to spin.
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Unless if involves dinosaurs, no.
Ian was fascinated by the gate. It wasn't the architecture but what kind of mathematics might be involved in what it supposedly did. Ian watched the gate locking in the sequence but his mind was on all those equations.
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"Chevron 7, locked." The technician said over the PA as the gate filled with a blue liquid that whooshed at them at a great speed and then snapped back into the circle, creating the blue liquid pool that glowed as it moved.
SG3 was mobilizing and they made their way through the gate by twos, weapons at the ready. Jackson and Malcolm were the last to walk up the ramp.
"It's a bit of a rush, just as a heads up," Daniel offered some advice. "Oh and, don't hold your breath." He stepped into the event horizon and disappeared.
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A rush. Ian muttered to himself as he stepped up to the event horizon. He poked at it and was surprised to find it felt like there was nothing there. Never one to hesitate too long Ian stepped through wondering what was on the other side.
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