Dr. Daniel Jackson (
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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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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