A cold shiver ran down all the workers in the stargate like a mouse longing for food.

“Which world is it?!” 001 shouted to the entire facility, “Whose world is it.” he stated, with his hundreds of eyes centering on one person, rapidly pushing through the crowd to the centre of the room.

He figure stepped out of the bustling crowd, and as all eyes turned on him, he spoke loud enough for the entire stargate to hear.

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“Actually, that would be me sir.” Spoke The Interpreter, grabbing a thin scroll and rolling it out to the size of a carpet. “And this is exactly where it is.”