"Before you make the changes permanently wait until tomorrow and get
General Hammond to sign off on it." Jack advised after Sam had completed
her test shaving two seconds off the dialling time.
"Yes sir." Sam shut the program down and removed the backup copy disk. "Lieutenant, I'm going back up to my lab. Re-run the basic scan call me if there are any problems."
"Yes ma'am."
"Sir, permission to." Sam nodded in the direction of the door.
"I'll come with you I need to talk to you about our next mission."
"Yes sir."
"I came up with an idea." Jack said as soon as they entered the elevator.
"That's good sir, can it wait until we're in my lab? With the door shut its sound proof."
"Sure. Is the two seconds really going to make that much of a difference?"
"In general situations no, but it we need to dial out quickly yes. Unlike the DHD, on which you press the symbols the red button in the centre and the gate opens, we have to wait for the chevrons to lock in place which takes longer. Therefore people dialling in from off world have an advantage. Our ultimate goal is to get out dialling program to work that quickly. When I first wrote the program we really didn't have any idea what the gate actually did, the gate accepts more impulses that we actually give it. But for the purposes we need it for it exceeds those expectations that were set out for me." Sam looked at Jack. "I should have stop after the first sentence. Sorry sir."
"I'm supposed to be learning this stuff." He said as they walked into her lab.
"Can I have a minute to check my e-mail? I had someone else look at that equation; they said they would get back to me today."
"So no one has figured out what it means?" He asked looking at the equation on the black board.
"No. Some of the top most mathematicians and scientist have no idea what it is. I had to tell them we found it in an archaeological dig." She said and she worked on the computer. Jack picked up a piece of chalk a different colour to what was written on the board and began writing a series of ones and series in groups of eight under each number. Under every group of eight that was preceded by a minus sign he inverted the ones and zeros then add an additional one.
"How do computers multiply and divide?" He asked.
"What?" Sam said looking up at him.
"How do computers multiply and divide?" He repeated.
"They can't. They use a series of addition, like when I explained that they did subtraction by inverting bits and adding one. Why what are you doing?" She came and stood next to him and looked at what he'd written on the board.
"What if it's not an equation? What if it's a computer program that creates a series on impulse like you were talking about to get to a destination which is given the name 42?" He circled the number. "I mean we have code names for planet P3X whatever or M93 something or other. Why couldn't some one who wanted to hide the location of a planet, write it in a series of numbers that were the impulse codes for a planet rather than the actual Stargate address."
"You might be onto something there sir." Sam grabbed her phone, and dialled an outside line. "Hi Bill, is Heather there?" Sam asked. "Hi Heather, its Sam. Are you busy today? We have a suggestion as to what the mystery equation is. Do you think you could come in and work on it? I have to finish working on my project at the moment?" Sam waited. "Thanks Heather, I'll see you in an hour."
"Who is Heather?" Jack asked. "And who is Bill?"
"Bill is Captain William Thomason is Heather's husband and Heather is Dr. Heather Thomason, she works upstairs in NORAD. She's a mathematician and she's good with computers. She should be able to run it through a computer and see if it works out as a program and then we should be able to run it against the computer impulses we've worked out." She picked up the phone and dialled a number she had on speed dial. "Daniel, its Sam. He's fine, I think his hangovers gone by now.. Yeah the reason I was calling, Colonel O'Neill had an interesting idea about what the equation was. Yes Colonel O'Neill. He's having a good week I don't know... He thinks it might be a computer program for a planet, like the impulses for a planet rather than gate coordinates. He thinks the 42 is a code name for a planet like the ones we have. No he's not ill or infected with anything that I know of." She covered the mouth piece. "You're feeling okay aren't you sir?"
"Yeah I'm fine."
"He says he feels fine. He could be right; nothing else we have makes sense. I called Heather; she's coming in to work on it as I'm still busy with the gate. I thought you might want to come in and help her. I'll ask him. Thirty minutes yeah. Bye Daniel." She hung up.
"Should you really be talk to Daniel about the gate over an unsecured phone line?"
"Daniel has a secure phone line, so do I. General Hammond had them installed for us a few years ago because we were forever needing phone lines to be scrambled so we called to each other. Let me just do something then we can discuss your plan." Sam walked across to the lab door. "Airman." The Airman who was standing guard in the corridor walked to her door.
"Yes ma'am."
"I need you to take that chalkboard to Dr Jackson's lab." She instructed.
"Ma'am, I'm not supposed to leave my post ma'am."
"I know. Give Colonel O'Neill your weapon."
"Ma'am, I'm only supposed to relinquish my weapon at the armoury at the end of my shift."
"Airman, do you believe Colonel O'Neill is liable to go on the rampage and kill everyone in the base with what bullets are in your gun, when he can access the whole armoury?" Sam demanded.
"No, ma'am."
"Then handover your gun Airman." The Airman looked at Jack for confirmation; he stuck his hands in his pockets and nodded.
"Yes ma'am." The Airman handed her the gun.
"Now take the chalkboard to Dr Jackson's lab and then go and ask Teal'c to meet Dr Jackson there in thirty minutes. Do you understand?" Sam said slightly raising her tone.
"Yes ma'am." The Airman grabbed the chalkboard and quickly wheeled it out.
"Here you go sir." Sam handed Jack the gun after checking the safety was on.
"Well, you intimated him."
"He's only been here two weeks and thinks I'm a soft touch because I'm a woman. I scowl them into submission like you can or just look at them like Teal'c does or steadily increase the tone of voice like Dad does."
"So you make them feel an inch high." He smiled. "Whatever works for you."
"So what's your plan sir?"
"I want you to understand I'm not making a pass at you?"
"I know sir." She smiled. "You're plan?"
"You start spouting about something and I kiss you to shut you up and have someone walk in on it."
"It should work and it's not like you haven't done it before."
"Huh?" He questioned.
"The Land of Light Incident and Samantha." Sam supplied. "You should make sure it's Major Ferretti."
"Why Ferretti?" Jack asked.
"So he can pay out the pool winnings to who ever needs it."
"Pool?" Jack questioned.
"Ferretti has a pool on everything. He has two rules, you can't ask if you are the subject of a bet and you can't tell anyone what the subject of the bet about them is. So I'm sure he has a few about us. The only pools Ferretti doesn't know about are the ones that are about him."
"Which are?"
"How long it will take him to realise that he likes Hannah Jenkins? Daniel and I have fifty on it each for by Christmas, him this year, me next. I won fifty dollars last month on how many missions Daniel could go without getting injured. You didn't know about it?"
"No. How long has this been going on?"
"Since our first mission to get Daniel back from Abydos, Dad has a bet on something and even General Hammond. Today would be the best day to do it with General Hammond not here and less chance of being caught, by the wrong person."
"Where is Jacob anyway? He comes all this way to spend time with you and you're at work all the time."
"He's gone to San Diego to see Mark and the kids for a few days as he can't go back until we get the gate fully checked out. He's got my cell phone in case the Tok'ra contact us for some reason and we need him back."
"I'll go and call Ferretti and make up some excuse." Jack said getting up from the stool he'd sat in a few minutes before.
"Let me know when and where."
A/N: Shorter than normal chapter but the next chapter should get very interesting and we might find out the answer to what the equation is.
"Yes sir." Sam shut the program down and removed the backup copy disk. "Lieutenant, I'm going back up to my lab. Re-run the basic scan call me if there are any problems."
"Yes ma'am."
"Sir, permission to." Sam nodded in the direction of the door.
"I'll come with you I need to talk to you about our next mission."
"Yes sir."
"I came up with an idea." Jack said as soon as they entered the elevator.
"That's good sir, can it wait until we're in my lab? With the door shut its sound proof."
"Sure. Is the two seconds really going to make that much of a difference?"
"In general situations no, but it we need to dial out quickly yes. Unlike the DHD, on which you press the symbols the red button in the centre and the gate opens, we have to wait for the chevrons to lock in place which takes longer. Therefore people dialling in from off world have an advantage. Our ultimate goal is to get out dialling program to work that quickly. When I first wrote the program we really didn't have any idea what the gate actually did, the gate accepts more impulses that we actually give it. But for the purposes we need it for it exceeds those expectations that were set out for me." Sam looked at Jack. "I should have stop after the first sentence. Sorry sir."
"I'm supposed to be learning this stuff." He said as they walked into her lab.
"Can I have a minute to check my e-mail? I had someone else look at that equation; they said they would get back to me today."
"So no one has figured out what it means?" He asked looking at the equation on the black board.
"No. Some of the top most mathematicians and scientist have no idea what it is. I had to tell them we found it in an archaeological dig." She said and she worked on the computer. Jack picked up a piece of chalk a different colour to what was written on the board and began writing a series of ones and series in groups of eight under each number. Under every group of eight that was preceded by a minus sign he inverted the ones and zeros then add an additional one.
"How do computers multiply and divide?" He asked.
"What?" Sam said looking up at him.
"How do computers multiply and divide?" He repeated.
"They can't. They use a series of addition, like when I explained that they did subtraction by inverting bits and adding one. Why what are you doing?" She came and stood next to him and looked at what he'd written on the board.
"What if it's not an equation? What if it's a computer program that creates a series on impulse like you were talking about to get to a destination which is given the name 42?" He circled the number. "I mean we have code names for planet P3X whatever or M93 something or other. Why couldn't some one who wanted to hide the location of a planet, write it in a series of numbers that were the impulse codes for a planet rather than the actual Stargate address."
"You might be onto something there sir." Sam grabbed her phone, and dialled an outside line. "Hi Bill, is Heather there?" Sam asked. "Hi Heather, its Sam. Are you busy today? We have a suggestion as to what the mystery equation is. Do you think you could come in and work on it? I have to finish working on my project at the moment?" Sam waited. "Thanks Heather, I'll see you in an hour."
"Who is Heather?" Jack asked. "And who is Bill?"
"Bill is Captain William Thomason is Heather's husband and Heather is Dr. Heather Thomason, she works upstairs in NORAD. She's a mathematician and she's good with computers. She should be able to run it through a computer and see if it works out as a program and then we should be able to run it against the computer impulses we've worked out." She picked up the phone and dialled a number she had on speed dial. "Daniel, its Sam. He's fine, I think his hangovers gone by now.. Yeah the reason I was calling, Colonel O'Neill had an interesting idea about what the equation was. Yes Colonel O'Neill. He's having a good week I don't know... He thinks it might be a computer program for a planet, like the impulses for a planet rather than gate coordinates. He thinks the 42 is a code name for a planet like the ones we have. No he's not ill or infected with anything that I know of." She covered the mouth piece. "You're feeling okay aren't you sir?"
"Yeah I'm fine."
"He says he feels fine. He could be right; nothing else we have makes sense. I called Heather; she's coming in to work on it as I'm still busy with the gate. I thought you might want to come in and help her. I'll ask him. Thirty minutes yeah. Bye Daniel." She hung up.
"Should you really be talk to Daniel about the gate over an unsecured phone line?"
"Daniel has a secure phone line, so do I. General Hammond had them installed for us a few years ago because we were forever needing phone lines to be scrambled so we called to each other. Let me just do something then we can discuss your plan." Sam walked across to the lab door. "Airman." The Airman who was standing guard in the corridor walked to her door.
"Yes ma'am."
"I need you to take that chalkboard to Dr Jackson's lab." She instructed.
"Ma'am, I'm not supposed to leave my post ma'am."
"I know. Give Colonel O'Neill your weapon."
"Ma'am, I'm only supposed to relinquish my weapon at the armoury at the end of my shift."
"Airman, do you believe Colonel O'Neill is liable to go on the rampage and kill everyone in the base with what bullets are in your gun, when he can access the whole armoury?" Sam demanded.
"No, ma'am."
"Then handover your gun Airman." The Airman looked at Jack for confirmation; he stuck his hands in his pockets and nodded.
"Yes ma'am." The Airman handed her the gun.
"Now take the chalkboard to Dr Jackson's lab and then go and ask Teal'c to meet Dr Jackson there in thirty minutes. Do you understand?" Sam said slightly raising her tone.
"Yes ma'am." The Airman grabbed the chalkboard and quickly wheeled it out.
"Here you go sir." Sam handed Jack the gun after checking the safety was on.
"Well, you intimated him."
"He's only been here two weeks and thinks I'm a soft touch because I'm a woman. I scowl them into submission like you can or just look at them like Teal'c does or steadily increase the tone of voice like Dad does."
"So you make them feel an inch high." He smiled. "Whatever works for you."
"So what's your plan sir?"
"I want you to understand I'm not making a pass at you?"
"I know sir." She smiled. "You're plan?"
"You start spouting about something and I kiss you to shut you up and have someone walk in on it."
"It should work and it's not like you haven't done it before."
"Huh?" He questioned.
"The Land of Light Incident and Samantha." Sam supplied. "You should make sure it's Major Ferretti."
"Why Ferretti?" Jack asked.
"So he can pay out the pool winnings to who ever needs it."
"Pool?" Jack questioned.
"Ferretti has a pool on everything. He has two rules, you can't ask if you are the subject of a bet and you can't tell anyone what the subject of the bet about them is. So I'm sure he has a few about us. The only pools Ferretti doesn't know about are the ones that are about him."
"Which are?"
"How long it will take him to realise that he likes Hannah Jenkins? Daniel and I have fifty on it each for by Christmas, him this year, me next. I won fifty dollars last month on how many missions Daniel could go without getting injured. You didn't know about it?"
"No. How long has this been going on?"
"Since our first mission to get Daniel back from Abydos, Dad has a bet on something and even General Hammond. Today would be the best day to do it with General Hammond not here and less chance of being caught, by the wrong person."
"Where is Jacob anyway? He comes all this way to spend time with you and you're at work all the time."
"He's gone to San Diego to see Mark and the kids for a few days as he can't go back until we get the gate fully checked out. He's got my cell phone in case the Tok'ra contact us for some reason and we need him back."
"I'll go and call Ferretti and make up some excuse." Jack said getting up from the stool he'd sat in a few minutes before.
"Let me know when and where."
A/N: Shorter than normal chapter but the next chapter should get very interesting and we might find out the answer to what the equation is.
