"Thor? Search planetary system for above average mathematicians above the ninety fifth percentile and compile them in order of verifiability."
A slightly electronic tone hummed over the secondary bridge of the Star-ship U.S.S. George Hammond's central Asgardian Computer core interface room. The holographic visual interface was something Sam rarely, if ever, utilized. Save for the rare, yet alarmingly increasing, moments where the Air force captain pushed the alien quantum computer to the very limits of permissibly. For the woman who decoded the mysteries behind the Dial Home Device, saved not just Earth but countless other species and people's; who'd faced the worst of the G'oauld, Wraith, Ori, and came on top victorious, it should have been a piece of cake.
It wasn't.
"Error."
Thor's holographic representation seemed almost regretful informing her.
"Query parameters interfere with citizen privacy regulations. Restate parameters or begin other query."
Colonel Dr. Samantha Carter, P.h.D. in theoretical astrophysics, science expert and perhaps the most accomplished and knowledgeable scientist humanity had on wormholes sighed in frustration.
"Es tu Brutus?" Sam muttered, idly checking the time on one of the large digital atomic clocks and neutrino detectors plastered through the room as part of an ongoing investigation of the Asgardian system.
The hardware was phenomenal in a way that simply escaped convection. A stable quantum supercomputer housed within an near impenetrable core of Asgardian & Alterian alloy strong enough to likely survive two fully powered Ori destructor beams without sustaining significant damage.
Theoretically speaking.
Probably.
...Most likely.
The computer system magnified capabilities of the sixth BC-304 series Daedalus ship humanity had ever constructed in exponential ways the crew was still trying to figure out. Teleportation, the Asgardian extension of second generation Alterian ring beaming technology. Massively overpowered hyperspace capabilities that made a 21 light year long voyage seem like a transpacific airplane trip. Shields and weapons so powerful that defending against a single comparatively larger G'oauld Ha'tak could best be described as 'yes'.
The Asgardian Core revolutionized Stargate Commands capabilities.
It awake that burning human desire to curiously know. To understand. To boldly go where no one has gone before.
And to replicate it on a massive scale in aid of military conflict.
Though, without the pesky software restrictions.
In a way, the software boundaries imposed by the now deceased Asgardian race as manifested through the illusionary holographic system by the late, but oh so accomplished, scientist Thor functioned reminiscently like a parental block.
They were not.
They were so much more.
Samantha Carter gazed into the twinkling eyes of her late friends visage deep in thought as an annoying mosquito like buzz droned on somewhere in the background. The hologram stood in what Sam had termed 'holding pattern B-12' were it not for the irregular weight shifting. A slight smirk shimmering like a heat mirage from the corners of her vision.
Thor spent a year programming this interface himself. As one of the most accomplished scientists of his race, one who fundamentally disagreed with the chosen ideals of his society, Samantha was beyond sure he had programmed some sort of partial loophole around the central restrictions.
She was certain of it.
"Colonel Carter, two to beam up. Colonel Carter, two to beam up." General Jack O'Neill's frustrated voice sounded over the com link. "Acknowledge please. Me and Daniel have been trying to reach you for two minutes now."
Sam cursed under her breath checking the time. Somehow in the last few minutes more than 20 had passed. Time always had a way of relitivistically stretching whenever Colonel Carters mind became preoccupied with a challenge.
"Thor?" She asked the computer. "Can you beam up Jack and Daniel to the cafeteria? I'm sure they could both go for some coffee."
"Acknowledged." The hologram stared at her. "Transport will commend in T minus three, two, one . . transport complete. Next query?"
Thor's hologram kept staring but shifted its position back into the now well tested tried-and-true body posture it resumed whenever someone other than Carter tried using the system or was around. For a moment it really felt like she was actually getting somewhere. Before the interruption. Deeply sighing Sam removed her Air Force cap, tiredly rubbing at her stiffened neck.
Beaming Daniel and Jack to the cafeteria's barista bar after this current round of secret Senate meetings discussing funding for another SGC project grossly ran over schedule had as much to do with niceties as Carter avoiding the likely unlikable news.
Budget cuts.
Or her wanting a few moments to gather herself after another failed experiment to gleam the command code of the Asgardian computer core. Her heart clenched in dully throbbing pain at the false mirage wearing her friends form.
"No further queries." She finally said.
"Acknowledged." Thor's hologram nodded once. "Entering standby mode."
And with a bright gleaming glow the computer interface vanished leaving Sam alone in the room. Apart from the hum of neutrino detectors futilely trying to map out the intricacies of the Asgardian core components and faint buzz of hardware humming and buzzing the room was relatively silent. Subdued. Then her radio crackled to life.
"Carter. Carter. Come in carter."
"Carter speaking."
"General O'Neill requesting your presence in the cafe room. Please acknowledge."
"Presence requested in care room, 10 - 4."
"That is correct."
"Fuck it." Sam muttered aloud. "I could go for some coffee."
She looked around at the empty room, shivering slightly in a way that had nothing to do with the temperature. "Sure the Senate meeting went on for longer, but that's normal for budgeting commissions. Right? After all, how bad can it be?"