Chapter Five (Present Day)
"Hey Daniel, got anything yet?"
"No, I could use some help though."
"Okay, what?"
"Well, we need some more people trying to thaw out this outpost."
"I'm on it!"
"Thanks Sam!" The city was larger than they thought. Apparently, the chair room was part of an underground defense system and not an actual building in the city itself. However, the room containing the chair was directly beneath the center of the city. He looked around and tried to decide where to start. He decided that the chair was as good a place as any. He translated the writing around the chair before moving to the walls.
"So, what have you got so far?" Sam walked into the chair room
"Not much, there is no mention of the Stargate anywhere."
"Nowhere?"
"Zip, nada, nothing, bupkis."
"They could have kept it all in data files."
"Have you seen a terminal anywhere?"
"The old buildings are filled with stuff like that, but if you'd rather stay here..."
"Where are they?"
"Come with me." A set of steps led from the chair room to the city above and Sam showed him to the largest building in front of them. He walked in among the lit consoles.
"Whoa." A low murmur escaped his lips
"We brought a technician that has the gene; he turned them on for us."
"I guess."
"We thought it was that one over there." Sam pointed to a stone column about three and a half feet high that had a top covered in clear keys with blue symbols. He touched the stone around the keys and they lit up. Streaming lines of Ancient writing slipped past on the screen and Daniel squinted up at it.
"Here's something, Doorway in the Stars. I'll try to access it." He tapped a few of the keys and a flashing red message appeared."
"What does it say Daniel?"
"Files encrypted, requires active matrix disc."
"Active matrix disc?"
"Yeah, I don't think we'll be getting these files anytime soon."
"They could be very useful; they could contain the instructions to build a gate or better, a DHD."
"Yeah, I know, but without this 'active matrix disc' I can't do much."
"It'll probably be around here somewhere."
"I'm an archeologist, but I really don't feel like digging anymore."
"You've been awake for 41 hours, hit the sack."
"See you in about ten hours."
"O.K."