Chapter Three: To the City
After Jack notified General Hammond of the situation, SG-1 entered the air car and told to make themselves comfortable, so they did. Granted, several florescent yellow and purple couches lined the walls. The short tables were white, shaped like a D, and had pop-up accessories like cup holders and stationary areas. Naturally, SG-1 was more than a little impressed.
"Mylon," Sam Carter said, "this is very impressive. Perhaps we could benefit from an alliance. I'm sure we could have something to offer. I hope we could help you somehow, or at least repay for your hospitality. Also, your technology is amazing. I've never seen anything like it!"
"I'm sure we can arrange an exchange of culture and technology. We hope you will enjoy a tour of the planet after a good night's rest in a fine hotel," Mylon said.
Needless to say, the sights flabbergasted everyone. No one had ever treated them this well when coming to a planet. So Daniel, being his ever-diplomatic self, continued the conversation.
"Yes, I'm sure we will enjoy that. Would you want us to do anything special for the occasion?"
Mylon then said, "Yes, we would appreciate it if you would wear the clothing of our world. Being as your clothes must not be clean, we will launder them for you as well," shocking SG-1 even more.
"O.K." Jack said, "We thank you guys a lot. But seriously, is there a way we can ever, ever repay you? We've never been treated so well on all the planets we've been to."
"We'll discuss any favors later," Mylon said.
When SG-1 reached the Mator Hotel, which was one of the most beautiful buildings they had ever seen, they were amazed at what they saw! People flew all around and the buildings stood on tall stilts as well! Everything was in neon colors too. SG-1 could only stare in amazement during the 20 minute flight to the hotel. They managed to find their voices when they arrived at the Mator, which, consequently, was on the tallest column.
"Jack," Daniel spoke up.
"What"
"Is now a good time to mention again by uncontrollable fear of heights?"
"No Daniel. It isn't," Jack said – dripping with sarcasm.
"Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned it."
Suddenly, Sam said excitedly "Wow, this is amazing! I wonder how it's up this high? It has to be at least a hundred meters tall. And the buildings – I would love to find out what they're made of. This could revolutionize the science and construction industry. I wonder . . . "
"Carter!" O'Neill snapped. "Could you please stop seeing everything as science for 10 minutes?! TEN minutes, please! You're giving me a headache. Think of the stuff as art for cryin' out loud!"
"Sorry sir."
"Excuse me, "Myton butt in. "I believe you will want to rest. There are many issues to discuss tomorrow."
"Well, wouldn't want to offend the locals now, would we? O.K. campers, let's turn in," O'Neill said.
"A guard posted for your safety and assistance. Goodnight." Then Myton left.