Entry: 001
Is it...YES!
Took some time, some of my bandages and almost all of my nearly infinite supply of patience, but once again I am proven the victor!
Rodney Mckay: 1, Stupid Alien Technology: 0.
Alright. Voice recordings are finally working, now that I have this…whatever the hell this was fully integrated. Since I could only assume this weird artifact or device was a communicator of some sorts, I have grafted it into my portable computer system, and downloaded that feature into my own PDA. In other words, I took this faulty technology, made it barely usable, and then made it better. With my logging of incredible accomplishments out of the way, here it goes.
To all personnel listening to this, my name is Doctor Rodney McKay. I am the Chief Science Officer for an incredibly important expedition, one that can't possibly function for even a minute without my expertise. During a routine inspection to a secluded area...
Okay, this security clearance explanation is going to make this impossible.
I was traveling through a Stargate to the gate address M7G-677, a secluded world that requested my assistance. I step into the gate from my end, and wound up...
Well, I don't know where the hell I am. There is NO Stargate behind me, and I can tell you for a fact that this is not a planet inhabited by bratty little children who just got over committing ritualistic suicide! This is not simply a “bad” scenario…this is a downright disastrous one!
I am requesting immediate assistance. I need to find the nearest Stargate and, if it's not too much to ask, a working DHD. I have activated something of a distress beacon, as I have no idea of my present location. And if the word Stargate is unfamiliar to you, I'm sure one of the other thousands of names will ring a bell. Find me and I'll start listing them off for you.
Once again, I have activated a distress beacon. If any of you have anything resembling intelligence, you'll be able to locate my position with that alone. I will not be moving, so hopefully whatever primitive life is on this rock won't have too hard a time finding me. And whoever comes, bring food. I was knocked unconscious for an undetermined amount of time, and seeing as how the only food I have had was breakfast, I could very likely experience a hypoglycemia attack in the near future. The limited supply of power bars I have should be good enough to keep that at bay for the time being.
Incase I used to many words, I’ll slim it down. Find me, lead me to Stargate, and bring food.
-McKay
-Distress beacon has been engaged-
Took some time, some of my bandages and almost all of my nearly infinite supply of patience, but once again I am proven the victor!
Rodney Mckay: 1, Stupid Alien Technology: 0.
Alright. Voice recordings are finally working, now that I have this…whatever the hell this was fully integrated. Since I could only assume this weird artifact or device was a communicator of some sorts, I have grafted it into my portable computer system, and downloaded that feature into my own PDA. In other words, I took this faulty technology, made it barely usable, and then made it better. With my logging of incredible accomplishments out of the way, here it goes.
To all personnel listening to this, my name is Doctor Rodney McKay. I am the Chief Science Officer for an incredibly important expedition, one that can't possibly function for even a minute without my expertise. During a routine inspection to a secluded area...
Okay, this security clearance explanation is going to make this impossible.
I was traveling through a Stargate to the gate address M7G-677, a secluded world that requested my assistance. I step into the gate from my end, and wound up...
Well, I don't know where the hell I am. There is NO Stargate behind me, and I can tell you for a fact that this is not a planet inhabited by bratty little children who just got over committing ritualistic suicide! This is not simply a “bad” scenario…this is a downright disastrous one!
I am requesting immediate assistance. I need to find the nearest Stargate and, if it's not too much to ask, a working DHD. I have activated something of a distress beacon, as I have no idea of my present location. And if the word Stargate is unfamiliar to you, I'm sure one of the other thousands of names will ring a bell. Find me and I'll start listing them off for you.
Once again, I have activated a distress beacon. If any of you have anything resembling intelligence, you'll be able to locate my position with that alone. I will not be moving, so hopefully whatever primitive life is on this rock won't have too hard a time finding me. And whoever comes, bring food. I was knocked unconscious for an undetermined amount of time, and seeing as how the only food I have had was breakfast, I could very likely experience a hypoglycemia attack in the near future. The limited supply of power bars I have should be good enough to keep that at bay for the time being.
Incase I used to many words, I’ll slim it down. Find me, lead me to Stargate, and bring food.
-McKay
-Distress beacon has been engaged-