519 Menace
She was alive. Daniel was beside himself. She could think, she had emotions. She presented as a frightened child, just awakened, confused and looking for her father. She was terrified and she retaliated. She may have been defective – analogous to a misguided youth, a child doing childish things, playing with something incredibly dangerous. She deserved to live. Daniel promised her he would protect her.
"He made you wrong." These words, Daniel's words, kept ringing in Jack's ears. It was a machine. No matter how much it looked like a young woman, it was a machine. A defective, very dangerous machine and he stopped it. Jack followed Hammond's orders to shut the robot down by any means necessary. O'Neill felt absolutely no guilt about neutralizing the robot. It was amazing how quickly Daniel had become invested in it, but that was Daniel. Jack didn't think they lost their only way to stop the replicators. He didn't think Reese would have or could have stopped them. Carter had said they were beginning to act independently.
"You stupid son of a bitch" From Daniel, the mild mannered Daniel, those words stung. But Jack knew he did the right thing. It had to be stopped, stopped before it destroyed the base, stopped before her 'toys' took over the Earth.
Later that night Sam said "I don't think Daniel knew how close the self-destruct was to detonating."
"Maybe you ought to tell him. You, me, him and his precious robot so close to being blown to hell. He's pretty pissed at me." Jack said as he brought the dishes and leftovers into the kitchen.
"Daniel thought of Reese as a person." Sam replied
"Yeah, one who destroyed how many worlds with her 'toys'. A mass murder." Jack had no use for the thing. He put the dishes in the dishwasher. "We still have the control thingy and the remains of the robot?"
"Yeah but the tech is so way above me. I don't think I could ever figure it out." Sam said as she put the leftovers in the refrigerator.
"What about we give it to the Asgard? They have skin in the game."
"And you'll be glad to be rid of her."
"It, Sam, it, and yes."