My name is Susanne. That is the only name I have. I have no second name.
For a second name you need parents, and I have none. I've never known the
names of my parents and I never will. I wasn't born to a woman in the
normal way, I was grown in a lab. There was a man I came to call Dad, but I
never thought of him that way, and I know he isn't really my father.
I have no rank, despite being with the US Air Force for ten years.
I have no salutations because I've never been to school. That doesn't mean I lack and education. I know more about wormholes than any astrophysicist, I understand the workings of a naquadah reactor and I know the process needed to turn a planet into a star, but I'm no physicist. I know the history of every country and people on Earth, I could quote thousands of historic texts and I can recognise artefacts of any age from any country, but I'm no historian. I know more about the make up of the human body than almost anyone else on Earth, and I know a lot more about aliens than anyone, but I'm no doctor. I can fire any weapon and know how to kill with a blow, but I'm no soldier.
I'm just me. Susanne. And this is my story.
There were a group of people who raised me and taught me. They were all such different people, and they all had such different lessons to teach. Sam was a scientist. She taught me about physics and the way the universe works, she taught me everything I didn't teach myself about computers. It was Sam who taught me the value of knowledge. Daniel was an archaeologist. He taught me about history and languages, about the different countries of the world. It was Daniel who taught me to look for the good in people, no matter what their nationality or even species. Teal'c taught me the soldier's code of the Jaffa, although he changed the sections referring to honouring one's god. He told me that the most important person to honour is yourself, and that you should always act in a way you felt was right. It was Teal'c who taught me about honour and the value of my word. Janet taught me about medicine and how the body works. It was Janet who taught me how to save a life. Jack taught me how to use weapons and how to fight, but he explained how to find ways other than fighting. He told me that rest is as valuable as working. It was Jack who taught me how to play.
There was another man, Hammond, who I didn't know as well. I remember him as a fat, bald man, who was always telling me off. But he taught me some valuable lessons as well. He taught me about respect, and I respected him. But there was another lesson, one far less pleasant but just as important. He taught me about death.
I have no rank, despite being with the US Air Force for ten years.
I have no salutations because I've never been to school. That doesn't mean I lack and education. I know more about wormholes than any astrophysicist, I understand the workings of a naquadah reactor and I know the process needed to turn a planet into a star, but I'm no physicist. I know the history of every country and people on Earth, I could quote thousands of historic texts and I can recognise artefacts of any age from any country, but I'm no historian. I know more about the make up of the human body than almost anyone else on Earth, and I know a lot more about aliens than anyone, but I'm no doctor. I can fire any weapon and know how to kill with a blow, but I'm no soldier.
I'm just me. Susanne. And this is my story.
There were a group of people who raised me and taught me. They were all such different people, and they all had such different lessons to teach. Sam was a scientist. She taught me about physics and the way the universe works, she taught me everything I didn't teach myself about computers. It was Sam who taught me the value of knowledge. Daniel was an archaeologist. He taught me about history and languages, about the different countries of the world. It was Daniel who taught me to look for the good in people, no matter what their nationality or even species. Teal'c taught me the soldier's code of the Jaffa, although he changed the sections referring to honouring one's god. He told me that the most important person to honour is yourself, and that you should always act in a way you felt was right. It was Teal'c who taught me about honour and the value of my word. Janet taught me about medicine and how the body works. It was Janet who taught me how to save a life. Jack taught me how to use weapons and how to fight, but he explained how to find ways other than fighting. He told me that rest is as valuable as working. It was Jack who taught me how to play.
There was another man, Hammond, who I didn't know as well. I remember him as a fat, bald man, who was always telling me off. But he taught me some valuable lessons as well. He taught me about respect, and I respected him. But there was another lesson, one far less pleasant but just as important. He taught me about death.