Post by Slagathor on Aug 5, 2009 18:19:07 GMT
Part 2 – Temporal Spoiler
The scientists of Stargate Command described in detail the modifications they had performed to turn the Stargate into a time portal. Dr. MacGregor was quite attentive, yet asked only a few questions. Finally, when they had exhustively explained every aspect of their project, they all looked to her for a reaction.
“I’m afraid I must recommend that this project to terminated,” she announced.
“Why?” Dr. Lee demanded. “We’ve put a lot of work into this.”
“I’m sure you have. And my decision is no reflection on your dedication and expertise.” MacGregor began to get up to leave.
“Wait Doctor,” insisted General Landry in a commanding tone that he normally reserved for irritating bureaucrats. “My people and I are entitled to know the basis of your decision.”
“Did you see some flaw or error in our work?” Carter asked.
“No, it’s quite remarkable.”
“Then, on what basis…”
“On the basis of incredibly intelligent scientists doing incredibly stupid and foolish things.”
“I don’t think insulting my people is…”
“I wasn’t referring to your people.” There was a dead silence in the room. Ann MacGregor had hoped she would not have to replay the painful story. “Do you think yours is the first attempt at intentional time travel? Back in the 1960s, I worked on a project called the Time Tunnel. The official designation was Project Tic Toc.”
“I heard rumors about Project Tic Toc when I worked in Area 51,” Carter said. “But no specifics.”
“Yes. In 1968, two men, Dr. Douglas Phillips and Dr. Anthony Newman, were sent through the Time Tunnel.” MacGregor paused, as she recalled the painful memory. “They were fine young men, perhaps not that different from these two men,” she gestured to Cameron Mitchell and Daniel Jackson.
“What happened to them?” Jackson asked.
“We were able to transfer Doug and Tony from time period to time period. However, we were never able to transfer them home to our own time. We transferred them for nearly a year. But then after the last transfer, we lost them. We believe the half-life of the radiation bath was too short.
“Radiation bath?” Lee asked.
“It was an isotope we were able to track them through time.”
“When was the last time…uh…I mean, time period you saw them?” Carter inquired.
“1978, almost ten years into our future at the time. I know what you’re thinking. We tried to find them ten years later in 1978. Outside of the account of them having been there, there was no trace of them. They could have been transferred into the distant future or the Middle Ages.”
“Perhaps we could use the Stargate to find them?”
“Don’t you think that occurred to me? The Time Tunnel was not the only time travel project. In the ‘90s, Doctor Samuel Beckett began another project called Quantum Leap. I immediately signed up as an advisor. Ironically, history repeated itself. Sam Beckett was also lost in time.
“I remember Sam Beckett,” Dr. Lee said. “I wondered what had happened to him.”
“They’re still tracking him, but it has been over 15 years! So you see, I have no intention of letting others be lost to time travel.” No one said a word. They could see Ann MacGregor’s eye were moist.
****************************************************
Ann MacGregor was packingwhen another knock came at her door.
“Hi,” Samantha Carter said awkwardly.
“I hope you’re not here for the last-ditch attempt to change my mind,” Ann MacGregor warned
“No,” Sam answered. “Not exactly. More of a question.”
“What if we did another test?”
“What would the point be?”
“I’m thinking about opening a temporal wormhole, and scanning for your radiation bath.”
“We can’t risk anyone’s life on this.” Ann insisted.
“No, we don’t send anyone in, just a probe, just to scan. But we’ll need the isotope specs on the radiation bath.”
“It would have dissipated by now.”
“Our radiation detectors are more sensitive than those from 1968. Besides, we have nothing to loose.”
****************************************************
Ann MacGregor watched with admiration as the team activated the Stargate, although she was slightly annoyed at the sergeant who kept repeatedly announcing when each chevron locked. The water-like splash of the gate event horizon was just as impressive as the pyrotechnics of the Time Tunnel.
“Vector to 1978,” Colonel Carter ordered.
“Scanning for radiation bath isotope. We are picking up a temporal thread between 1978 and 1968.”
“That will be the time fix we had on them.”
“Time fix?”
“It was…” She was interrupted by an alarm.
“We’re getting a feedback overload!” Dr.Lee called out. The event horizon fluctuated dangerously in the gate room. The marines on duty retreated.
“Shut it down!’ ordered General Landry.
“We can’t, General. It’s locked in a time loop, I think.”
The event horizon fluctuated even further destroying part of the side wall of the gate room.
****************************************************
The Tardis materialized in Dr. House’s office at Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital in New Jersey.
“I’ll be right back,” House said.
“What? We came back 10,000 years just for you to pick something?” the Doctor complained.
“Well, if you stocked a better pharmacy in the Tardis, we wouldn’t have had to.” House grabbed his secret stash of Vicodin from under the desk. The phone rang. He instinctively answered it.
“Hello?”
“Yes, I’m looking for someone who knows Dr. Gregory House?” asked a voice with a Midwestern accent.
“Well, this is Doctor House.”
“Then, I’m terribly sorry to have bothered you.”
“But wait, I said I AM Doctor House.”
“Yes, I understand. I’m just confirming.”
“Confirming what?”
“Apparently, that you’re Doctor House.”
“Did Wilson put you up to this?” House demanded.
“No, I’m sorry to have bothered you. My mistake. Thank you.” Then the caller hung up.
“Proof that there’s insanity on planet Earth,” House mumbled to himself. He grabbed his Vicodin stash and his Game Boy, and dashed back into the Tardis.
“OK, where next?” he asked.
“Norman Conquest?” the Doctor offered. House screwed up his face.
“How about Sodom or Gomorrah? Or better yet, Sodom AND Gomorrah.”
The Doctor laughed as he dematerialized the Tardis. He had to laugh at House’s manic dedication to debauchery. Suddenly, the Tardis lurched violently and threw the two men across the room.
****************************************************
Coming Soon, Part 3 - Not Sodom or Gomorrah
The scientists of Stargate Command described in detail the modifications they had performed to turn the Stargate into a time portal. Dr. MacGregor was quite attentive, yet asked only a few questions. Finally, when they had exhustively explained every aspect of their project, they all looked to her for a reaction.
“I’m afraid I must recommend that this project to terminated,” she announced.
“Why?” Dr. Lee demanded. “We’ve put a lot of work into this.”
“I’m sure you have. And my decision is no reflection on your dedication and expertise.” MacGregor began to get up to leave.
“Wait Doctor,” insisted General Landry in a commanding tone that he normally reserved for irritating bureaucrats. “My people and I are entitled to know the basis of your decision.”
“Did you see some flaw or error in our work?” Carter asked.
“No, it’s quite remarkable.”
“Then, on what basis…”
“On the basis of incredibly intelligent scientists doing incredibly stupid and foolish things.”
“I don’t think insulting my people is…”
“I wasn’t referring to your people.” There was a dead silence in the room. Ann MacGregor had hoped she would not have to replay the painful story. “Do you think yours is the first attempt at intentional time travel? Back in the 1960s, I worked on a project called the Time Tunnel. The official designation was Project Tic Toc.”
“I heard rumors about Project Tic Toc when I worked in Area 51,” Carter said. “But no specifics.”
“Yes. In 1968, two men, Dr. Douglas Phillips and Dr. Anthony Newman, were sent through the Time Tunnel.” MacGregor paused, as she recalled the painful memory. “They were fine young men, perhaps not that different from these two men,” she gestured to Cameron Mitchell and Daniel Jackson.
“What happened to them?” Jackson asked.
“We were able to transfer Doug and Tony from time period to time period. However, we were never able to transfer them home to our own time. We transferred them for nearly a year. But then after the last transfer, we lost them. We believe the half-life of the radiation bath was too short.
“Radiation bath?” Lee asked.
“It was an isotope we were able to track them through time.”
“When was the last time…uh…I mean, time period you saw them?” Carter inquired.
“1978, almost ten years into our future at the time. I know what you’re thinking. We tried to find them ten years later in 1978. Outside of the account of them having been there, there was no trace of them. They could have been transferred into the distant future or the Middle Ages.”
“Perhaps we could use the Stargate to find them?”
“Don’t you think that occurred to me? The Time Tunnel was not the only time travel project. In the ‘90s, Doctor Samuel Beckett began another project called Quantum Leap. I immediately signed up as an advisor. Ironically, history repeated itself. Sam Beckett was also lost in time.
“I remember Sam Beckett,” Dr. Lee said. “I wondered what had happened to him.”
“They’re still tracking him, but it has been over 15 years! So you see, I have no intention of letting others be lost to time travel.” No one said a word. They could see Ann MacGregor’s eye were moist.
****************************************************
Ann MacGregor was packingwhen another knock came at her door.
“Hi,” Samantha Carter said awkwardly.
“I hope you’re not here for the last-ditch attempt to change my mind,” Ann MacGregor warned
“No,” Sam answered. “Not exactly. More of a question.”
“What if we did another test?”
“What would the point be?”
“I’m thinking about opening a temporal wormhole, and scanning for your radiation bath.”
“We can’t risk anyone’s life on this.” Ann insisted.
“No, we don’t send anyone in, just a probe, just to scan. But we’ll need the isotope specs on the radiation bath.”
“It would have dissipated by now.”
“Our radiation detectors are more sensitive than those from 1968. Besides, we have nothing to loose.”
****************************************************
Ann MacGregor watched with admiration as the team activated the Stargate, although she was slightly annoyed at the sergeant who kept repeatedly announcing when each chevron locked. The water-like splash of the gate event horizon was just as impressive as the pyrotechnics of the Time Tunnel.
“Vector to 1978,” Colonel Carter ordered.
“Scanning for radiation bath isotope. We are picking up a temporal thread between 1978 and 1968.”
“That will be the time fix we had on them.”
“Time fix?”
“It was…” She was interrupted by an alarm.
“We’re getting a feedback overload!” Dr.Lee called out. The event horizon fluctuated dangerously in the gate room. The marines on duty retreated.
“Shut it down!’ ordered General Landry.
“We can’t, General. It’s locked in a time loop, I think.”
The event horizon fluctuated even further destroying part of the side wall of the gate room.
****************************************************
The Tardis materialized in Dr. House’s office at Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital in New Jersey.
“I’ll be right back,” House said.
“What? We came back 10,000 years just for you to pick something?” the Doctor complained.
“Well, if you stocked a better pharmacy in the Tardis, we wouldn’t have had to.” House grabbed his secret stash of Vicodin from under the desk. The phone rang. He instinctively answered it.
“Hello?”
“Yes, I’m looking for someone who knows Dr. Gregory House?” asked a voice with a Midwestern accent.
“Well, this is Doctor House.”
“Then, I’m terribly sorry to have bothered you.”
“But wait, I said I AM Doctor House.”
“Yes, I understand. I’m just confirming.”
“Confirming what?”
“Apparently, that you’re Doctor House.”
“Did Wilson put you up to this?” House demanded.
“No, I’m sorry to have bothered you. My mistake. Thank you.” Then the caller hung up.
“Proof that there’s insanity on planet Earth,” House mumbled to himself. He grabbed his Vicodin stash and his Game Boy, and dashed back into the Tardis.
“OK, where next?” he asked.
“Norman Conquest?” the Doctor offered. House screwed up his face.
“How about Sodom or Gomorrah? Or better yet, Sodom AND Gomorrah.”
The Doctor laughed as he dematerialized the Tardis. He had to laugh at House’s manic dedication to debauchery. Suddenly, the Tardis lurched violently and threw the two men across the room.
****************************************************
Coming Soon, Part 3 - Not Sodom or Gomorrah
