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It was almost too much to take in at once. It was a good thing Rodney was a genius, or he might not have absorbed any of it. As it was, he was getting there.
As far as he understood it, he was on a weird island populated by people from varying dimensions, realities and universes, not to mention dinosaurs, tigers, monkeys, elephants and mummy-infested Indian temples; an island that tended to mess with its occupants by turning them into women for a day or switching their consciousness with another person's, spiking the punch, the chocolate and the cheese and apparently the water, oh, and by the way, there was no Stargate and pretty much no hope of escape.
Brilliant.
At least he wasn't inside Sheppard's head any more. Being stuck here was a far better alternative to that.
He'd debated hooking the laptop Sheppard had given him up to the ZPM to try to boost the wireless signal and send a message out, but he had been assured that this was impossible and had probably been tried before - by him, no less. That was the weirdest part. An alternate him had been here before for a year, and he'd actually managed to make friends, not to mention a girlfriend who was Cameron Freakin' Diaz. Oh, sure, Sheppard was going out with Drew Barrymore, but Cameron Diaz, now that was the jackpot.
And Carson was alive and well and married to Jennifer Lopez.
He still wasn't sure how to feel about that. He was kind of trying to avoid him, because really, telling someone and their wife that they were supposed to be dead was not the sort of thing Rodney was good at. Of course, Sheppard hadn't brought it up again, which Rodney was grateful for. He didn't want to explain that it'd been his fault in the first place.
Right now, Rodney was trying not to think about his situation or the fact he would be living in a tent for the forseeable future. Apparently it was usually a hut, which didn't make it any better, but at least he had his prescription mattress.
He was currently sitting on it, tapping away at his laptop, designing a program that would improve the power output of the ZPM by six percent and keep it active for at least an extra three months. It wasn't much, but it was something.
And it wasn't like he had anything else to do.
As far as he understood it, he was on a weird island populated by people from varying dimensions, realities and universes, not to mention dinosaurs, tigers, monkeys, elephants and mummy-infested Indian temples; an island that tended to mess with its occupants by turning them into women for a day or switching their consciousness with another person's, spiking the punch, the chocolate and the cheese and apparently the water, oh, and by the way, there was no Stargate and pretty much no hope of escape.
Brilliant.
At least he wasn't inside Sheppard's head any more. Being stuck here was a far better alternative to that.
He'd debated hooking the laptop Sheppard had given him up to the ZPM to try to boost the wireless signal and send a message out, but he had been assured that this was impossible and had probably been tried before - by him, no less. That was the weirdest part. An alternate him had been here before for a year, and he'd actually managed to make friends, not to mention a girlfriend who was Cameron Freakin' Diaz. Oh, sure, Sheppard was going out with Drew Barrymore, but Cameron Diaz, now that was the jackpot.
And Carson was alive and well and married to Jennifer Lopez.
He still wasn't sure how to feel about that. He was kind of trying to avoid him, because really, telling someone and their wife that they were supposed to be dead was not the sort of thing Rodney was good at. Of course, Sheppard hadn't brought it up again, which Rodney was grateful for. He didn't want to explain that it'd been his fault in the first place.
Right now, Rodney was trying not to think about his situation or the fact he would be living in a tent for the forseeable future. Apparently it was usually a hut, which didn't make it any better, but at least he had his prescription mattress.
He was currently sitting on it, tapping away at his laptop, designing a program that would improve the power output of the ZPM by six percent and keep it active for at least an extra three months. It wasn't much, but it was something.
And it wasn't like he had anything else to do.