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McKay thought that sometimes, the island wasn't half bad.
Okay, back up about two hours and this was why. McKay had been out to get himself water from a real source and not grimy tap water that had been infected with God only knew how many bacterium from the metal of the pipes and all the contamination and so much eugh in one place. The waterfall was pure and clean and not a carrier of a thousand little Bacteria Friends who wanted to borrow his lunch money.
And that was when his tablet had started going nuts. Just nuts. Like Carson when someone mentioned his mother or when someone gave Zelenka praise or when the words 'guns' and 'flying' went by Sheppard's ears.
He followed it in the right direction and cursed a little when he realized exactly why this was a very, very good sign. All his plans for New Atlantis were just scrapped, all the water-power and all the electricity worries. Because today, McKay loved the island. Today, it was allowed a brief reprieve from the constant hate McKay levelled in its direction. This was a very, very good thing. Yes, it really was.
And the reason why McKay was so happy?
"ZPM," he said, staring at the device, encapsulated in a thick bed of rock and vine, way too much like on those primitive planets McKay hated to even think about. They were just way too simple for a genius like him. "ZPM!" he announced giddily, even if no one was around to hear him. He nearly tackled it, in an effort to see how much power was left in it.
A few wires and a few taps of the keyboard and McKay was in business again, actually believing for the first time that things might be getting better (hell, first an orthopedic mattress, then a ZPM, if Carter came next, McKay would start thinking maybe he'd died and had gone to heaven.)
"Come on," he urged, as the power readings started. "Come on, don't be depleted," he pleaded.
Okay, back up about two hours and this was why. McKay had been out to get himself water from a real source and not grimy tap water that had been infected with God only knew how many bacterium from the metal of the pipes and all the contamination and so much eugh in one place. The waterfall was pure and clean and not a carrier of a thousand little Bacteria Friends who wanted to borrow his lunch money.
And that was when his tablet had started going nuts. Just nuts. Like Carson when someone mentioned his mother or when someone gave Zelenka praise or when the words 'guns' and 'flying' went by Sheppard's ears.
He followed it in the right direction and cursed a little when he realized exactly why this was a very, very good sign. All his plans for New Atlantis were just scrapped, all the water-power and all the electricity worries. Because today, McKay loved the island. Today, it was allowed a brief reprieve from the constant hate McKay levelled in its direction. This was a very, very good thing. Yes, it really was.
And the reason why McKay was so happy?
"ZPM," he said, staring at the device, encapsulated in a thick bed of rock and vine, way too much like on those primitive planets McKay hated to even think about. They were just way too simple for a genius like him. "ZPM!" he announced giddily, even if no one was around to hear him. He nearly tackled it, in an effort to see how much power was left in it.
A few wires and a few taps of the keyboard and McKay was in business again, actually believing for the first time that things might be getting better (hell, first an orthopedic mattress, then a ZPM, if Carter came next, McKay would start thinking maybe he'd died and had gone to heaven.)
"Come on," he urged, as the power readings started. "Come on, don't be depleted," he pleaded.