Stargate - A Town Called Eureka

by CGH57

Set during the same timeline as my other story 'The Fifth Race', Global Dynamics has been created in order to take over the duties of Area 51 following the Wraith attack on the base. So, 'Stargate' meets 'A Town Called Eureka' - What more could go wrong?

1. Prologue

PROLOGUE

THE PERKINS' RESIDENCE

Closing her book, Susan rolled her head back, resisting the urge to throw it across the room. But as she looked to the clock beside her, she cursed under her breath. Reaching out, she pressed a small button that was built into the cabinet. "Walter? Walter, sweetie. Come back to bed, it's after midnight."

"Be right there," a voice called out in reply.

"Honey, you –"

"Five more minutes."

Susan forced herself to be calm. "You need your sleep. You know how you get."

"Another five minutes. I'm almost done."

And with that, Susan shook her head, exhaling a long and frustrated breath. "Well, I'll be asleep. And don't even think of trying anything when you get up here. That ship has sailed."

MEANWHILE, DOWN IN THE BASEMENT…

"… ship has sailed."

And with that, the intercom clicked off, leaving Walter to return his thoughts to the computer monitors on the wall before him. But as his interrupted thoughts began to resurface, so too did the same puzzled expression he wore before Susan had called down to him.

Scratching at the stubble of his beard, he said, "Computer."

"Yes, Doctor Perkins," a disembodied male voice replied.

"Increase the power again, please."

On the monitor before him the power increased a further thousandth of a percent, ticking over from 3.328 to 3.329, but the readouts remained the same – and every single one of the diagnostic programs he ran thereafter, supported that. And for the next hour and a half, as he increased the power over and over again, Walter at last gave in to the weariness that had begun to cloud his senses.

Closing his eyes, Walter leaned back in his chair. "Computer."

"Yes, Doctor Perkins."

His eyes still closed, Walter said, "We will continue with this tomorrow. Commence shutdown procedures and initiate all necessary security measures."

"Yes, Doctor Perkins."

And with that, Walter at last spun around on his chair and went to bed.

On his desk, however, surrounded by a forcefield and with a dozen cables and wires attached all over its tiny surface, the Replicator Block was far from inactive.