They call me Acatha. My real name is actually a series of clicks and grunts that cannot be put on paper. It's amazing that I've managed to figure out this language to tell my story. It's as I'm sitting in my quarters that I figured this would be the best time to tell my story.
I was around in the time of the Atlanteans. The ones that created the gates to move from planet to planet. The ones that thought that they could destroy my kind because of the superior minds. It might have been true, but because of one of their ill-conceived plans my kind came to be. They thought to explore my home galaxy and found the creature that I evolved from. The aratis bug. If it weren't for those arrogant beings, I wouldn't have ever come about and my kind wouldn't have preyed on the humans that they sought to protect.
Hindsight, thousands of years later, was the only thing that these humans had. Most couldn't even get the Atlanteans equipment to work. My kind seemed to be able to have a better chance at doing so and it was all engineered to keep us from using it. Humans were just as arrogant, but some of those beasts I can call friends.
"John Sheppard," I smiled to myself as I thought about the human. He was an outstanding human that did see that I was the enemy, but also saw that I was just as they were. If the cows could mount an attack on the humans then they would. It just so happened that my food source was sentient and did fight back.
"Ronon Dex," I growled as I threw my pen across the room. Now, that was a human that always hated me. The damn man had been hell bent on keeping me from the base as long as possible. I never left Atlantis as it rested in Pacific Ocean on Earth. No Earthling was submitted to me. I only went on missions to other worlds and only when it was the last possible chance they had for anything. He had made sure of that.
"Rodney McKay," another smile. The man was always as jumpy as they came. The only human that I really found that I could talk to about anything and he understood. Sheppard did somewhat, but even as a queen I had enjoyed the sciences. Rodney prided himself on being one of the Earth's greatest minds. Out of all that I had met, he was, but again the Earthlings were kept from me.
"Teyla Emmagan," the product of a failed experiment by one of my kind. How he had thought that splicing our DNA with that of a human's would make them tastier always baffled me. That is not one of my kind that I am proud of. But all races have those that make them look stupid. He happens to be the one.
"Todd," I mused as I remembered my comrade. He had been from another hive, but he was the only other of my kind that had worked with the humans from time to time. What would the being think of me if he knew what I had come to? Providing extra years for those that need it and being allowed to feed on those with the death sentence. How things had changed since I first found my way to Earth…