The parasite has carefully studied the label, licked the soul from all sides, and then furiously began to tear him to pieces and eagerly absorb. Anubis even not able to meow. Parasite carried off scraps of his soul to its lair, and calmed. I immediately put the seal back, blocking the parasite in a confined space.
Phew! I solved this question. As they say, and the wolves are fed, and the sheep are eaten, and the shepherd survived. All around in a solid benefit.
I returned to my ship and began to monitor the course of events. That's just the situation has not developed as I expected. After using the ancient device, Thor and other Asuras crumbled into metal dust. But at the same time, their fleet stood only for a few minutes, then continued to destroy the forces of Goa’ulds with redoubled zeal.
I teleported to Thor's flagship, where I already had a mark for Hiraishin, and found that the ship was controlled by replicators... Yes, but not quite the same. The Asuras used replicators as control blocks in humanoid robots. After using the anti-replicator weapon, the relationship of these units with the Thor was destroyed, but the units themselves have not suffered from it. They contacted their counterparts with the radio and came to the conclusion that the destruction of the Goa’ulds forces at the moment is a priority, and then each of them should return to work according to the program of reproduction.
My changes in the code of the replicators was quite superficial. And such a 'shake' shifted the mode of operation of the Replicator blocks, activating other protocols of behavior, in which I did not interfere.
The next few hours could well be called as a ‘bloodbath’. Terminators were located on many planets of the galaxy, performing police functions there. After their ‘roofs moved', the robots started killing everyone, sowing death and destruction.
Goa’ulds force was broken and scattered. They have almost no spaceships left. And four hours later, Thor himself appeared on the battlefield. His soul reached one of the Replicator stashes in a nearby dwarf galaxy, where he was able to obtain a new body. Then he only had to reach one of their ships and to bring it under control, subordinated to the replicators with 'will power'.
Gradually the bloody bacchanalia, created by robots, ended, but many of them were able to escape and get lost in the vast galaxy. They could no longer reproduce, but they did not want to return under the authority of the Asuras either.
When the situation more or less calmed down, those who wanted to hold another round of talks reached out to me. This time, the balance of power in the galaxy has changed, and it was not even clear who was the winner.
From the point of view of material resources and population, the biggest lost had Goa’ulds. On some planets, robots still brutalized, destroying the remnants of the population. Goa’ulds colony went into decline, most of their ships and other equipment were destroyed. Only Lord Yu and Ba’al survived from the System Lords. Many Jaffa rebelled, seeing, that their 'gods' on fact proved powerless before the face of a real threats.
Thor also suffered irreparable losses. All of the 'high Asuras' could be reborn, but the lower link of this race was completely destroyed. Thor didn't save even a single Replicator with Asgard brains in the dwarf galaxy. And those that were 'stunned' by the weapons of the Ancients, could not be restored.
Although it was theoretically possible to return the Replicator blocks the ability to act together, in practice it required at least one 'working' Asuras with the 'correct' program. But replicators of high Asuras and ordinary Asuras were different models with different program.
As a result, Thor could not restore the program using his blocks or any hardware. He didn't know that replicators had to be in contact with the astral body of a sentient being to work. And without this small issue it was impossible to distinguish between 'refurbished' units of the replicators from broken. The astral body of the high Asuras was changed by me, so they were not suitable for the activation of replicators. Thor’s pride did not allow him to ask help from Earthlings.
In general, from the mighty civilization of the Asuras remained only a couple of hundred representatives, which was too small to establish control over thousands of inhabited planets.
The Earthlings suffered almost no damage, but they hadn’t real forces to affect something. They had some technology from the Asgard and Goa’ulds, but it was barely enough to build a spaceship with not the most impressive features. After his resurrection in the form of Asuras, Thor did not haste to share their technologies.
Tok’ra so successfully mimicked Goa’ulds that in the end perished with them. There were barely a hundred worms hiding in their secret base.
I organized another meeting at which it was decided to cease hostilities. Thor was declared the ruler of the galaxy, and all the others swore allegiance to him, obeying within the vassalage. This was largely a formal decision, because in the galaxy was anarchy and power vacuum. Even together Goa’ulds, Asuras and humans do not have sufficient strength to subjugate all of the planet.
After the peace Agreement was signed, I went to Earth with Jack. He was not in the most optimistic mood, as in the end the Earth had to give up sovereignty, and the American dream of democracy in the galaxy faced the harsh authoritarian reality of the 'God of war' Thor.
“Jack.” I turned to my protégé when we were in his office. “I have a commercial offer for you. I know that you sent an expedition to the lost city of the Ancients - Atlantis. I want you to open the door for me. In exchange, I can provide to you a ZPM.”
“One ZPM?” This troll represented a misunderstanding.
“Ten ZPM.” I made a generous offer.
“Only ten?” Jack surprised.
“Okay, nine ZPM. And if you think too long, there will be eight.”
“Okay, agreed. Nine ZPM. We have, by the way, tomorrow is scheduled sending a support team to Atlantis. Daniel was able to find one ZPM with my help just a couple of days ago.”
Daniel, after being turned into a Replicator and then disemboweled with the weapon of the Ancients, managed to ascend once more and then return to the world of the living. Apparently, the 'good' Keeper of the gate decided to lend his services. And I can't even imagine how this exalted man will be repaid. As if that was not worse than the fate of Anubis.
“It is better to send support today. Then the Wraiths just do not have time to attack Atlantis, and in addition, you do not have to lose talented people trying to buy time to them.”
“Ok. But the ZPMs forward.”
“You don't trust me?”
“I just don't want to distract you for a little things.” Jack turned.
“Nice. Count.”
I immediately began to create new ZPMs, laying them on the table. After the appearance of the ninth power source Jack picked up the phone on the table and barked in command voice.
“Alert to all personnel. The third squad of combat support, be ready to be get through the gate in thirty minutes. Colonel Everett come to my office in ten minutes for briefing.” Jack hung up and looked at me. “How many ZPMs does enough to protect Atlantis?”
“At least three.” I expressed the opinion of the heroes of the series. “But I would advise you to send six.”
“Good. We'll be ready to go in an hour.”
“Nice. I'll wait in the gate control room.”
I left the office and went to watch the preparations for departure. The whole event almost fell apart, because the technicians began to convince Jack that they need more time to connect the power to the gate from the ZPM. I had to intervene and 'magically' set up the equipment.
And so, the gate opened, and I was ready to go to the next story. In this I've already messed up canonical story so much. Everything was exactly as in proverb: wanted as better, result as always. But in general, all the changes were made by other game figures, though with my help. So I can assume that 'it's not me, it is itself'. If the Being hasn't come for me yet, then there's no problem.
I let pass clone to the gate, depicting ordinary infantryman, and when convinced that on the other side everything is fine, went myself. Once on Atlantis, I immediately felt the 'spirit of the ancients'. It was a special architecture of the Atlanteans, plus their technology, protected by DNA recognition system.
While Elizabeth Weir was trying to sort things out with Colonel Everett about who's in charge here now, I activated the city's control console. From the floor raised 'column' to which I had put my hand. The device scanned my limb, stumbled upon a special scanner deceiving system of spells and recognized me as Ancient. After that I had only to register myself in the system with administrator rights.
“What's that thing?” A surprised voice rang out. “Why didn't I know it was here?”
I was discovered by Dr. Rodney McKay, chief scientific specialist in ancient technology in this galaxy.
“Because to find out about it, you would need to be a minimum God of knowledge.” I replied smugly. “Let me introduce myself. Imhotep, God of knowledge and replicators.”
“Imhotep?” Elizabeth Weir able to isolate my name among noises. “What are you doing here?”
“I live here.” I admitted calmly.
“Since when?”
“Since today.”
“Oh, no, no, no, not that.” She moaned, clutching her head.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes. King Jack has approved my move. By the way, this is exactly me that provided ZPM, with which you will be able to protect Atlantis from the attacks of the Wraith.”
“King Jack?” Rodney asked me while nothing not understanding.
“Oh, it's a big story. I'll tell you how I made Colonel Jack O'Neill the System Lord later.”
“What? He is now Goa’uld?” Rodney's eyes bulged.
“They didn't tell you?” I was surprised.
“It's classified.” Elizabeth blushed. “And he's not Goa’uld.”
I laughed inwardly. Now this version is no longer hidden. The word is not a sparrow, let fly – never able catch.
“Did you say something about ZPM? Did you find another one somewhere?” She turned the subject to Rodney's question.
“No. I created some and gave them to Jack O'Neill in exchange for coming here.”
“Created?” McKay experienced a common sense torn.
“Certainly. I'm God!”
“Oh, no, not that.” Elizabeth groaned again. “I still get shakes when I remember the description of the case on the Stargate base. Please, there's no need to worship in your honor.”
“Is it plea?” I said.
Weir just sighed again, turned silently, and walked away as if she was going to slit Colonel Everett's throat for letting me through the gate.
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“Oh… Yes! I didn't introduce myself.” Scientist remembered at least, holding out his hand to greet. “I'm Rodney McKay. Chief specialist in ancient technology.” I took my hand off the terminal and it sank back to the floor. A warm handshake followed. “What was that thing?” Rodney asked, nodding at the missing post.
“Admin control terminal.” I enlightened him. "Now I have full control over this city. You guys take care of the ZPM connection and the shield activation, and I'll go on a tour. ZPM, by the way, is in that drawer over there.”
Rodney immediately switched to new prey. He jerked in the specified direction, tore off the lid, and already leaving the hall of the gate, I heard his orgasmic scream:
“Six of them!!!”
Looking around my new flying city, I formed a hyperspace beacon inside my body. Having determined my position, my clone from chakras sent my ship to Atlantis. He was due to arrive in just a few hours.
Atlantis was an amazing place. It was a giant spaceship over a kilometer in diameter. And it was filled with lots of laboratories where the Ancients studied everything. It was a Paradise for a maniac of science like me.
My vritras brains, charged with Ancient technology, did my consciousness is able to process information with great speed. And accumulated knowledge on the combination of technology, magic and chakra allows me to solve any problems, without resorting to the creation of different equipment. In an extreme case, I could create the right thing inside of my body.
As fascinated I walked around the city and examined the equipment in different rooms, while studying the knowledge base of the Ancients. The arrival of my ship brought me out of this state. Its appearance made a lot of noise among the people, as it was displayed on the local radar as the ship of the Ancients.
I teleported to the command center of the city and appealed to the local authorities.
“Can I have your attention?” Elizabeth Weir stared at me like a rabbit to a boa constrictor. "My ship has just arrived in your galaxy. I think it can destroy Wraiths, so most of the time the ship will be in orbit around the planet. I'm going to explore the heritage of the Ancients, so I won't be able to worry about your problems. But if there are any, Rodney McKay can pray to me, and I'll remember you.”
With these words I formed between myself and Rodney communication line for Bahion transmission.
“What? To pray?” My new priest stared at me in bewilderment.
“Yeah. I'm the God of knowledge, and I need a priest of knowledge - the smartest man in this city.” Rodney had, without realizing it, his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest. Finally somebody found him most intelligent. "And as a priest, I will give you some of the knowledge of the Ancients."
After these words McKay was my with all giblets. Knowledge, science and technology were everything in his life. I turned and walked away, and Rodney followed me.
“And what knowledge will you give me? He asked.
“Well, to start, I think, knowledge of the language of the Ancients is enough.”
I focused and recorded in the brain of my priest small packet of data with knowledge of the language. It was the standard Ancient technology, but the impact I've spent with magic. This package had to be unpacked within a week, without loading the brain beyond measure. Moreover, the 'package' also included a medical spell, which was to ensure that the brain of the local genius was not be damaged.
“Great!” McKay was inspired. “When do we start language training?”
“I already taught you. In a week you will speak and read the in language of the Ancients better than Russian.”
“Really?” The scientist didn't believe me. “I didn't feel anything.”
"Believe me, it's not the best feeling to feel the knowledge literally screwing into your brain. Better try reading some text on the control panel. The familiar part of the language will be updated in a couple of hours. I think you'll discover a lot.”
“Right! Thanks.”
Rodney immediately sped away to test his new knowledge. I was engaged in the analysis of all events which have occurred on Atlantis from the moment of occurrence of earthlings here. I had to make sure they didn't break anything or do anything I might regret.
Literally once I came across an event that is remembered for the TV series. Admitted to important equipment young savage has released a strange creature that absorbs energy. As a result, feeding from the energy of the reactors at naquadaq, this creature has grown from a small hamster to the size of elephant herds. In the end Ancients managed to lure into the Stargate this creature and sent it to an uninhabited planet.
This creature interested me primarily as a food source for the parasite. Well, who knows, maybe that creature can eat my parasite? Also profit. As long as it doesn't eat me.
There wasn't much information about the creature in the database. The ancients identified it as an example of an entity that usually attack the ascended ones. And they have not invented anything better than to snatch that thing from the astral plane dimension to the material plane, and then hone in the hastily assembled device. A week later, the little animal was forgotten, and she had languished in prison ever since.
And something tells me that even if the Ancients had survived, the fate of the creature could have been the same. This city was literally packed with the results of various researches, most of which were not completed. It seemed that, for all their genius, the Ancients did not have a long-term memory. As soon as they went out the door, they immediately forgot about the research.
A signal from my ship distracted me from examining the collected information on the research object, arrived three hive ships of the Wraith. Okay, I gonna have to postpone this study for a while. Maybe the Ancients because of these reasons couldn't finish? New attack in every half an hour? So they constantly had to be distracted by the solution of new interesting problems. All right, let's do it in order. I'll deal with the parasites’s feed first, and then I'll study the Wraith structure.
I teleported to my ship and examined the radar readings. The hive ships hovered at a decent distance, not in a hurry to attack. They didn’t notice my ship, but who knows? These overgrown beetles managed to defeat the Ancients. Let's see what they can do against me.
I moved the my Grim Reaper to the enemy. When I reached the optimum range, I took off my disguise and opened fire with several guns to assess the shields of the Wraith ships. The results of the measurements did not please me. Eight guns failed to overload the hive ship's shields. Several hits reached hive ship hull, but the damage was superficial.
The return fire also surprised me. Despite having a thousand ZPM, the Wraith charges were able to penetrate the ancient shields. However, even since the collision with the replicators, also punched these shields, so I put on the ship stationary protection on the basis of magic and fuinjutsu. It repelled the attack.
Then I could no longer give them handicap and drowned the enemy in a sea of fire. The power of their shield generators could not exceed the power of a thousand ZPM, and three Wraith ships turned to hot steam in less than a couple of seconds. I wished to grab one of them with the tentacles of my ship and to research it later. Okay, then I'll hunt them.
I returned to Atlantis and delighted the local population with the news that the Wraith had been destroyed. After that, I took a closer look at the data on the 'energy eater'. I 'contacted' my parasite and asked him if he could separate a piece of himself that I would send out to hunt and then bring back? He replied in the affirmative.
As a result, I have formed a simple plan. I take a piece of the parasite, created a clone from the chakra, give one to the other and send them both to the gate at the right address. We'll see. A piece of the parasite I sealed in a separate seal right inside his 'closet'. After that, the seal was passed to the shadow clone.
Coming out of the portal, the clone appeared in a cloud of inky darkness that tried to swallow him. But Energy Eater was late, and then the parasite was freed from seal. Here, the two creatures clashed in a battle not for life, but for death. I would like to say that they fought for three days and three nights, but I won’t lie. After three minutes, the parasite completely devoured the infinite vast ocean of darkness. The clone sealed parasite again and sent him to the main part of the prison.
The more I watched the parasite, the sadder I became. I will need to come up with something really quite extraordinary to cope with this parasite.
The next interesting entry in the event log was the discovery of a planet where some ascended grazed her flock, organizing a Paradise on planet. I found out the address of this planet, determined by the response of the gate their coordinates in space and went there on my ship.
The Grim Reaper hovered over the village of miserable mortals, driving fear and settling into their hearts with its forms and ruthless tentacles tearing the heavens apart. It took less than a minute for the ascendant to realize that her power was unable to penetrate the ship's shields. All this time the distinguished barrier of chakra, fully reflected all heretical magic of the local gods.
“Kneel before me, mortal!” I appeared before the local goddess in the splendor of my glory. The ascended one assumed human form and winced at the bright light. I had to turn down the illumination.
“Who are you?” She asked me with a challenge.
“I am Imhotep, God of knowledge and replicators. True God. I came here to see what you're doing.”
“The true God of knowledge? You're more like a God of curiosity, sticking his nose out of his business.”
“Every case I stick my nose in, becomes mine. So, are you going to keep bickering or are you going to bow to me? Or do I have to release my inner beast?”
I slightly opened the seal on the parasite, allowing the ascended to see it. I wondered if she knew anything about such parasites. The result exceeded all my expectations. From the spiritual being slashed wild fear and sacred horror.
“Great God! I humbly bow before you, the bearer of His will. I will fulfill your every wish. Don't be angry. I'm just following an errand given by your brethren.”
While all these praises were pouring in my honor, the parasite also saw the ascended through the gap. It focused its attention on her for a second, then hiccupped and gave the thought 'look for someone more tasty'. Such a parasite.
Then there was a thoughtful interrogation, the results of which I received answers to some questions and even more new questions. The ascended was called Otar. Once upon a time she was Ancient, but ascended to avoid the horrors of war with the Wraith. For thousands of years she watched the suffering of mere mortals, and one day decided to intervene and help them. Quite quickly on the planet the cult of worship for Otar was formed. She began to collect Bahion to use it to help people, but this her activities lasted not so long.
Arrived other ascenders, which made the breaker of the traditions of the reprimand to her chest. So her case will be a lesson for other who want to help mere mortals, and gave her party assignment: in her sole discretion to arrange the life of mortals on this planet, to force them to worship herself, and then give all generated Bahion to the needs of the party and of the Fatherland, only leaving one percent for herself as incentive award.
Ascended personally did not seen creatures like my parasite, but she received their image from 'senior colleagues'. They were called as ‘Soul Collectors’. On the one hand, they were representatives of the Supreme Power, to resist which was forbidden, and on the other hand they were representatives of the 'other' Supreme Power, the opposition that ruled the Affairs in this world. I failed to squeeze any more information from Otar.
Finally I asked how she managed to organize a heavenly life here? Actually, the recipe, like all genius ideas, was simple. Otar followed the 'quality' of souls embodied in this world. And as soon as she noticed that somewhere in the child was possessed by the soul of the future criminal, then she arranged a divine abortion. Of course, all children were subjected to certain gene therapy, which for thousands of years led to the emergence of absolutely healthy people.
Religiosity in this society also did not go beyond a certain threshold. It was customary to pray to the goddess a couple of times a day and from time to time to arrange all sorts of holidays in her honor. In general, the obedient flock did not bother with questions of life, but lived for pleasure. Only Otar herself worked tirelessly. That's why she rejected the offer of Earthlings to resettle on the planet a refugee from other worlds. Because certainly half of the refugees of the other worlds will be criminal-invalid-atheists from whom there would be no benefit, except harm.
In general, the journey I got informative, but some stupid. I need to question someone more knowledgeable. Otar in the company of the ascended was at the level of a negro slave, so that the knowledge fell to her only on big holidays from drinking. Alas, to get information from knowledgeable ascended was extremely difficult, since they lived in a very distant astral planes, where the impact of my magic can't reach.
Returning to Atlantis, I found a commotion. Rodney McKay and another victim were 'sucked' inside a Wraith fighter. The ship was hit, but the scientist was now inside of people gathering device. I immediately volunteered to help with the case. Primarily I was interested in the device itself, well worth it, to save my priest from the fate to have a dumb blonde in his head. In the canon in an attempt to free the two prisoners, Dr. Zelenka was able to pull only one - Rodney. And the marine woman's mind was stuck in Rodney’s head as a free app.
Arriving at the crash site of the fighter, I immediately fenced it off with barriers, isolating from the intrusive attention of the audience, eager to see. Then I removed the device and began to explore it, scanning with the help of ancient technologies and magic. The scheme of this device, to admit, put me in a deadlock. Its work was based on Stargate technology, which was cleverly redesigned. Moreover, I clearly saw that the author of these alterations is poorly understood Ancient technology. But he was well versed in the method of anti-scientific poke. Simply put, he was lucky and had a lot of test samples.
First of all, it is necessary to explain how the Stargate works. It created a portal - a two-dimensional surface, at the intersection of which matter turned into information. After the whole object was immersed in the portal, this package of information was transferred to other gates, which will unpack it and 'spat out' in the form of a material object.
At the same time, 'inside' the gate there was a certain system of 'virtual reality', which created the illusion of continuity of existence for the person passing through the portal. It was possible to 'push' a hand into the portal and still feel it, because virtual reality transmitted to the nerves in contact with the portal the same signals that it would go to the real hand. When you try to pull your hand out from the portal all the 'missing' part immediately will be materialized back.
I more or less imagined how it works, although the mechanism of turning matter into information and back was a black box for me. A device for people abduction worked on a similar scheme. It created a moving 'horizon of event ' that passed through people and turned them into a pack of information. Here this information wasn't transferred anywhere, and remained in the form of a special information field.
At the same time, the very essence of this data package was incomprehensible to me. All my attempts to create some object, just 'coming up' with its description, failed, because the materialization device refused to accept such data as parameters for operation. Even a complete identical copy of the data was considered as 'defective', although I did not understand how it difference of new copy from the original.
Having spent more than an hour with this technology, I decided to temporarily spit on it and do the actual rescue of prisoners. It was pretty simple. The two casts of information were slightly mixed with each other, but they could be separated. In fact, the device allowed to create many information packs, mix them together in the received order, and then 'unmix' them back and to materialize them using the principle 'first in - last out'.
The device lost power just at the time of mixing the information. All I had to do was feeding the energy, waited to completely mixing the information, and then separate them and materialize them.