[for Sam--timed to 1/17/2010]
Jack had been puttering around New Atlantis looking for something to do. It might have been better if he had someone to do it with, but he couldn't find Daniel and Carter seemed to be MIA as well. He guessed he could go running but, again, without Carter, wasn't half as enjoyable. He'd always liked PT with Carter. She kept his pace and made just enough conversation to make it enjoyable without distracting him from the workout.
He settled for push-ups. Good for the upper body strength and not something he was going to get from running...round of push-ups, then he'd go swimming, and then maybe there'd be someone around to bug. If it stayed too quiet he guessed he could go bother Vala to babysit William, but Jack was trying to keep that for when Vala needed it, not when he needed it. Even a mom's gotta have a break sometimes.
He was halfway through his third rep of twenty when he saw Carter's shoes. Funny, recognizing a woman by her feet, but when you'd known her as long as he'd known Carter...
Jack shifted to stand and grabbed his shirt to mop off his face. Damn island got hot after a while, especially since Jack had gotten used to the snow.
"What's got you so happy, Carter?"
He settled for push-ups. Good for the upper body strength and not something he was going to get from running...round of push-ups, then he'd go swimming, and then maybe there'd be someone around to bug. If it stayed too quiet he guessed he could go bother Vala to babysit William, but Jack was trying to keep that for when Vala needed it, not when he needed it. Even a mom's gotta have a break sometimes.
He was halfway through his third rep of twenty when he saw Carter's shoes. Funny, recognizing a woman by her feet, but when you'd known her as long as he'd known Carter...
Jack shifted to stand and grabbed his shirt to mop off his face. Damn island got hot after a while, especially since Jack had gotten used to the snow.
"What's got you so happy, Carter?"
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"What gives. Someone show you a computer that can bake its own pies or something?"
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"Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, sir, that there is a TARDIS on this island. The Doctor's, well, time machine, for lack of a better word. It's the most amazing thing I've ever seen. I thought Jack Harkness was pulling my leg when he told me about it, but he took me over there this morning to check it out, and I've never seen tech like this before. I thought it was a hologram, or an illusion, or come kind of very elaborate fabrication, but it isn't. It's absolutely real."
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"Sir, Doctor Who is a television show. It's fiction. But what I just saw was definitely not a prop or a replica. It was... bigger on the inside," she said, gesturing. "And the only way I know of that fictional people and things could exist in any actual reality is if they were created by an outside entity to be as real as possible in every way, and that can only exist within the confines of a virtual reality scenario."
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"So let me get this straight. You walked into this thing, it's bigger on the inside than on the outside, so you're pretty sure we're in somebody's Nintendo game? Cause I like Mario as much as the next guy, but I don't like the idea that someone's pulling my strings up there. I like to think I'm on vacation."
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"I don't like the idea of someone pulling my strings either, sir," she said. "I don't. I really don't, for reasons I can't even begin to explain to you right now. But I'm not going to discount a perfectly logical hypothesis just because I'm not comfortable with the possible ramifications."
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"It's as good a theory as any," he conceded. "I don't follow that stuff as well as you and McKay, but from what I know about the stargate and the crap we've seen out there, what you're saying is making sense. I trust you. If you say you think it's virtual reality, I'm behind you 110%."
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Her expression softened a little. "Sir, I haven't said this to anyone else, because I'm not really sure which of these alternatives I believe in, but in this hypothesis... either all of the SG personnel here are real and the rest of the island is created by the island, or..." She hesitated, unsure what his reaction would be.
Maybe she was hoping his reaction would help push her towards one idea or the other.
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Thinking about the alternative made his head hurt.
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