Title: Metaphorical Ass Kicking
Summary: Jack's having computer problems...
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: G
Category: Humour
Season: N/A
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Okay? Got that? I'm just playing with Jack for a while... ;)
Archive: Heliopolis, FanFiction. Otherwise if you *really* want it just ask.
Author's Notes: Just a daft little something.
This is completely and utterly Sam's fault by the way...:)
Feedback gives me the warm fuzzies...
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If this went public it could make a serious dent on his reputation. Jack O'Neill beaten by a non-corporeal entity... Dammit! Since when had he started using words like non-corporeal? He was spending waaay too much time around scientists. Of course wandering down to Carter's lab when he found himself bored probably had something to do with that...
There had to be a way to kick this thing's metaphorical ass.
Trouble is the damn thing wasn't even alive. It didn't feel anything. Hell it didn't even exist in the 3D, real, you can touch it sense. How did you even start to think about harming something that couldn't touch, that couldn't feel? He couldn't even take a hammer to it. Ugh. There was absolutely no way he was going to be reduced to admitting defeat. No way, not in this lifetime.
Of course he could just ask someone more technically minded if it was something he was doing wrong or if it was just the damn program, but that would be admitting defeat of a different kind. And besides he'd gotten out of much worse situations before now. He was dammed if a little electronic thingy that didn't even really exist was going to be the thing that brought him to his knees.
He stared at the screen for a couple of minutes. He could swear it was mocking him. Didn't Carter once tell him that computer programs only did what you told them to? Yeah right! This one had definitely learned how to think for itself sometime since he'd opened it.
There had to be some kind of law against this. Computer programs did not beat colonels in the United States Air Force. It was just not meant to happen. Ever. Period.
He hit a few random keys experimentally. Nothing. Damn the whole computer had frozen now.
Time for the last resort, the only thing he knew how to do when things got this bad. With a resigned sigh he pressed ctrl, alt and delete, hit return and watched the screen go blank as the machine rebooted.
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jacksrubberduckie/July 2nd 2003
Summary: Jack's having computer problems...
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: G
Category: Humour
Season: N/A
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Okay? Got that? I'm just playing with Jack for a while... ;)
Archive: Heliopolis, FanFiction. Otherwise if you *really* want it just ask.
Author's Notes: Just a daft little something.
This is completely and utterly Sam's fault by the way...:)
Feedback gives me the warm fuzzies...
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If this went public it could make a serious dent on his reputation. Jack O'Neill beaten by a non-corporeal entity... Dammit! Since when had he started using words like non-corporeal? He was spending waaay too much time around scientists. Of course wandering down to Carter's lab when he found himself bored probably had something to do with that...
There had to be a way to kick this thing's metaphorical ass.
Trouble is the damn thing wasn't even alive. It didn't feel anything. Hell it didn't even exist in the 3D, real, you can touch it sense. How did you even start to think about harming something that couldn't touch, that couldn't feel? He couldn't even take a hammer to it. Ugh. There was absolutely no way he was going to be reduced to admitting defeat. No way, not in this lifetime.
Of course he could just ask someone more technically minded if it was something he was doing wrong or if it was just the damn program, but that would be admitting defeat of a different kind. And besides he'd gotten out of much worse situations before now. He was dammed if a little electronic thingy that didn't even really exist was going to be the thing that brought him to his knees.
He stared at the screen for a couple of minutes. He could swear it was mocking him. Didn't Carter once tell him that computer programs only did what you told them to? Yeah right! This one had definitely learned how to think for itself sometime since he'd opened it.
There had to be some kind of law against this. Computer programs did not beat colonels in the United States Air Force. It was just not meant to happen. Ever. Period.
He hit a few random keys experimentally. Nothing. Damn the whole computer had frozen now.
Time for the last resort, the only thing he knew how to do when things got this bad. With a resigned sigh he pressed ctrl, alt and delete, hit return and watched the screen go blank as the machine rebooted.
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jacksrubberduckie/July 2nd 2003
