FIC: Ford Primed
Follow the link to my 2nd attempt at Flashfic Challenge!
Sorry about the wait. This bunny actually bit me early in the week but I tried to ignore it. It’s been gnawing at my brain ever since and wouldn’t leave me alone at work today. So here it is. Graciously typed by my friend, Evil Lady, very quickly in an attempt to make it to the late-night Batman movie. We didn’t make it, so please enjoy to make up for our disappointment.
Title: Ford Primed
Author: ladydarkangel_1
Challenge: Telepathy
Pairing: Sorry, not this time
Spoilers: Before the Brotherhood/early Season 1
Summary: It’s good to be the King….. even if you *did* have help
"Yea! I win again! Take that, Grodin!"
"Technically, you are not winning as you are receiving outside assistance. You are merely substituting one form of statistically improbability for another."
"Yea, yea. The point is, you guys have been asking me for the last hour, and over 250 times later I've gotten them all RIGHT!!!"
"253, Lieutenant. It seems the telepathy is only good for helping you cheat and does little to actually improve your rather underdeveloped innate mathematical skill. Which furthermore goes to prove what I've always suspected about the nature of these devices and just how lazy..."
"I hate to agree Kavanaugh," Rodney cut in, "but unfortunately he's right. Stumbling upon the ancients' equivalent of a crib sheet does not a genius make." McKay's face was mock-stern, barely managing to hide the scientific glee underneath.
Grodin nodded. "You're still a cheater, Lieutenant. Too bad the link is so limited. I'd love the chance to test this out on some other things."
"Exactly!" The frown disappeared from Zelenka's face as his excitement over this prospect grew. "Imagine, all of our expertise pooled together. No more late night pages to the lab. No more emergencies only one of us can handle. Just think and information is there for you."
The other scientists gathered in the room began to stir as the anticipation set in. It seems as if they were going to get something out of this little debacle after all. Word of the Lieutenant’s discovery of the PsychicInfotriever AKA The Telepathy Machine (and his subsequent scolding from the Major on naming things again) spread quickly, only to be surpassed by the news that he'd somehow managed to use it on himself and was now the self proclaimed King of Prime-Not-Prime of Atlantis. Challengers had appeared from all over the city, abandoning labs and duty posts tonight only to be defeated soundly and forced to join the every growing group of disgruntled scientists surrounding him.
A crowd whose thoughts were now turning rapidly from revenge to some more practical applications for this information.
"Hate to ruin your fun Doc, but I don't think it works like that..." Ford had a rueful grin on his face.
"What do you mean?"
"When I got zapped, I kinda got this feeling that what was happening was specific. Almost like instructions. You know, one use only; like a lifeline on 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire' so you have to choose your source wisely."
Simpson cut in, "And the text we found did indicate that the user would only have access to the information that they needed at the moment. I don't think it's a voluntary control issue; you just seem to know what you have to know, and can't get anything else."
"Damn." Rodney slumped a little bit. "There goes the one-man teleconferencing plan... Just once I'd like to be able to sleep in."
Sheppard snorted from the back. "Only you'd think of an Ancient telepathy-inducing device as a cheat sheet and as a telecommuting opportunity all rolled into one, McKay."
He was prevented from issuing a snarky reply when Kavanaugh suddenly spoke up. "Wait, if the Lieutenant only has access to one information source then where is he getting all of the correct answers from?"
All eyes shifted to the unrepentant Major, who was leaning against the wall and wearing the most unbearably smug grin.
"Just call me King John."
Sorry about the wait. This bunny actually bit me early in the week but I tried to ignore it. It’s been gnawing at my brain ever since and wouldn’t leave me alone at work today. So here it is. Graciously typed by my friend, Evil Lady, very quickly in an attempt to make it to the late-night Batman movie. We didn’t make it, so please enjoy to make up for our disappointment.
Title: Ford Primed
Author: ladydarkangel_1
Challenge: Telepathy
Pairing: Sorry, not this time
Spoilers: Before the Brotherhood/early Season 1
Summary: It’s good to be the King….. even if you *did* have help
"Yea! I win again! Take that, Grodin!"
"Technically, you are not winning as you are receiving outside assistance. You are merely substituting one form of statistically improbability for another."
"Yea, yea. The point is, you guys have been asking me for the last hour, and over 250 times later I've gotten them all RIGHT!!!"
"253, Lieutenant. It seems the telepathy is only good for helping you cheat and does little to actually improve your rather underdeveloped innate mathematical skill. Which furthermore goes to prove what I've always suspected about the nature of these devices and just how lazy..."
"I hate to agree Kavanaugh," Rodney cut in, "but unfortunately he's right. Stumbling upon the ancients' equivalent of a crib sheet does not a genius make." McKay's face was mock-stern, barely managing to hide the scientific glee underneath.
Grodin nodded. "You're still a cheater, Lieutenant. Too bad the link is so limited. I'd love the chance to test this out on some other things."
"Exactly!" The frown disappeared from Zelenka's face as his excitement over this prospect grew. "Imagine, all of our expertise pooled together. No more late night pages to the lab. No more emergencies only one of us can handle. Just think and information is there for you."
The other scientists gathered in the room began to stir as the anticipation set in. It seems as if they were going to get something out of this little debacle after all. Word of the Lieutenant’s discovery of the PsychicInfotriever AKA The Telepathy Machine (and his subsequent scolding from the Major on naming things again) spread quickly, only to be surpassed by the news that he'd somehow managed to use it on himself and was now the self proclaimed King of Prime-Not-Prime of Atlantis. Challengers had appeared from all over the city, abandoning labs and duty posts tonight only to be defeated soundly and forced to join the every growing group of disgruntled scientists surrounding him.
A crowd whose thoughts were now turning rapidly from revenge to some more practical applications for this information.
"Hate to ruin your fun Doc, but I don't think it works like that..." Ford had a rueful grin on his face.
"What do you mean?"
"When I got zapped, I kinda got this feeling that what was happening was specific. Almost like instructions. You know, one use only; like a lifeline on 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire' so you have to choose your source wisely."
Simpson cut in, "And the text we found did indicate that the user would only have access to the information that they needed at the moment. I don't think it's a voluntary control issue; you just seem to know what you have to know, and can't get anything else."
"Damn." Rodney slumped a little bit. "There goes the one-man teleconferencing plan... Just once I'd like to be able to sleep in."
Sheppard snorted from the back. "Only you'd think of an Ancient telepathy-inducing device as a cheat sheet and as a telecommuting opportunity all rolled into one, McKay."
He was prevented from issuing a snarky reply when Kavanaugh suddenly spoke up. "Wait, if the Lieutenant only has access to one information source then where is he getting all of the correct answers from?"
All eyes shifted to the unrepentant Major, who was leaning against the wall and wearing the most unbearably smug grin.
"Just call me King John."