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Sir, it's possible the beacon we detected with the malp

was activated remotely upon impact.

If there was anyone left in those forward sections,

I doubt they could have survived, sir.

There should be an indication somewhere

of how long they were crashed.

Sir,

these people are alive.

At least, they're in some form of cryogenic sleep.

Any civilization without faster-than-light technology

would have to resort to something like this

in order to cross the vast distances between stars.

Otherwise, it would take an entire generation or more,

and given the effects of relativity...

We've got a shipload of frozen people.

That would be the more succinct way of putting it, yes, sir.

Their current states probably protected them from the impact.

How many of them do you think there are?

From the configuration of the ship's exterior,

I would say four compartments of varying size.

All right, we'll do a quick head count,

see what we're dealing with, and call for support.

Carter, Teal'c, you pair up.

Daniel and I will start in this compartment.

Yes, sir.

Five, six...

105.

Jack!

O'Neill?

Major Carter?

Daniel Jackson, respond.

O'Neill?

Major Carter?

Daniel Jackson?

It's SG-4's 1.D.C, sir.

They're signaling that they've got SG-1.

Defense and medical teams, stand by.

Open the Iris.

What have we got?

They're both unconscious. Vital signs otherwise stable.

Get them to the infirmary and maintain security protocols.

Yes, ma'am.

Daniel?

I have to go back, I have to go back...

I have to go back, I have to go back!

No!

Daniel...

Daniel, it's okay. Don't be afraid.

Sergeants!

It's okay.

Who are you?

What is this place?

Notify me the moment they regain consciousness.

Yes, sir.

Who's responsible for this?

I demand to know why this has happened!

Why am I a prisoner?

Those may be removed when you decide to calm down.

Calm? How do you expect me to be calm?

I was made promises that nothing like this could happen,

that nothing could go wrong.

All right, let's start there.

Can you tell me what has gone wrong?

What's gone wrong?

What has gone wrong?

Well, this is not the stromos,

you are not a member of my staff,

and that is not me.

All right, listen carefully.

We did not do this.

In fact, we're in the dark about what has happened

as much as you apparently are.

I will undergo no more of your tests.

Are you in pain?

Yes!

Yes, a great deal.

All right.

I'll get something,

but in the meantime,

try to stay calm, oryou'll be restrained further.

You have no ideawho I am, do you?

That is not Daniel Jackson.

But is he a Goa'uld?

No, although at the moment, he's every bit as arrogant.

Then is Dr. Jackson suffering

from some sort of mental illness?

I honestly don't know yet, sir.

His preliminary e.E.G. Readings are like nothing I've ever seen.

On one hand, there's indication of coma,

but at the same time, we're seeing readings

like those of a dozen people all jumbled together.

Is his condition life threatening?

I couldn't even guess.

He is claiming to be a passenger

from the crashed alien vessel

we discovered on the planet.

How is that possible?

I have no idea, sir, but Teal'c is right,

and I think we're dealing with more than one passenger.

I mean Daniels behavior in the gate room

and throughout the preliminary testing

was distinctly different than his current behavior.

I'd say we've witnessed at least two, maybe even three

separate personalities.

Could there be more?

We discovered several hundred passengers in cryogenic suspension.

Colonel O'Neill

had requested an enumeration of the cryogenic chambers.

While we were separated,

I lost consciousness momentarily,

for what reason, I am unsure.

When I returned,

I found Daniel Jackson, colonel O'Neill, and major Carter

in their current states.

Speaking of which, sir,

I'd like to checkin on the colonel and Sam.

Keep me apprised. Yes, sir.

Teal'c, maybe you should head down

to the infirmary yourself.

I intend to remain here.

Very well.

I'm ordinarily a very rational man.

Of course you are, Dr. Jackson.

I am a sovereign of talthus.

My name is martice.

I beg your pardon, sir?

Oh, "sir"

well, that's a start.

Pupils are still a little dilated.

It's as though they were struck

with some sort of powerful zat weapon.

At least their e.E.G.S are still normal.

Oy.

Doctor?

Inform general Hammond the colonels awake.

Yes, ma'am.

Hey, doc.

How are you feeling, sir?

Headache. Bad.

Well, I can take care of that,

but first I need to know if you're feeling... Yourself.

Well, other than this nail through my head,

I'm fine.

Why?

I'll explain later.

Teal'c managed to get the three of you

back to the Stargate from the ship.

My team took it from there.

Carter and Daniel?

Major Carter is suffering the same-after effects as you, sir.

Janet?

Sam.

Hey, it's going to be fine.

You've both suffered some sort of neural shock.

Colonel, major, how are you feeling?

Got a nail in my head, sir.

That sounds like our colonel O'Neill.

Their e.E.G.S show normal brain activity, sir.

They appear to be unaffected.

Unaffected by what?

Where's Daniel?

Sir, I need you to stay right where you are,

at least until you're strong enough.

I'm fine.

No, you're not, sir.

No, I'm not.

Just find the small woman

and tell her that what she gave me

is not good enough.

It isn't working.

Do you speak?

How are you feeling now?

Your medicine is worthless.

You're still in pain?

This body must be damaged.

I doubt that.

Dr. Jackson was in perfect health.

I assume Dr. Jackson

was the former...

Not that I have anything against it, mind you.

It's younger and stronger than my own.

Did something happen to my own body?

In times of disaster, people need their sovereign to look up to.

How will they recognize me now?

I've already told you we didn't do this.

How else could I have arrived in this situation?

We don't know.

How useful you are.

What is this place?

It's one of our medical isolation rooms.

Could you be less specific?

In a military facility

on a planet called earth.

Earth.

The ship was bound for ardena.

How far away are we from ardena?

I don't know.

The other passengers...

They will be concerned for me,

as I am for them, of course.

Most of them are still on board the ship,

but we think it's possible

that several of them may be here with us right now.

As prisoners?

No, we think they may be right here in this room.

We don't know the reason,

but somehow, several of the passengers who were in cryogenic sleep

have...

What's happening?

Martice?

No, martice is a sovereign.

I'm... I'm just a crew member.

Is that...

How can this be?

It's all right.

I'm here to help you.

No, no. This is wrong.

This is a mistake.

Yes, it is, one that we want to correct.

I'm Dr. Fraiser.

I am tryan. Engineer, second rank.

All right, tryan, why don't we start again?

Again?

I don't recognize this man...

Or, rather, myself.

His name is Daniel Jackson.

The body you're inhabiting belongs to him.

He wasn't aboard the stromos.

No.

Then how can I have ended up in his body?

Your ship crashed on a planet we call p2a347.

We don't know how or why the crash occurred,

only that the only survivors

were those in cryogenic sleep.

When Daniel Jackson

and the other members of histeam boarded your ship,

this happened.

I have no memory of coming here.

What do you remember?

Brace for acceleration.

Tryan?

Compartment is secure, sir.

Very well.

Leaving talthus, entering my sleep chamber,

then seeing your face here.

Why am I restrained?

It wasn't you.

You're the fourth personality to emerge

since being brought back.

We believe that there are others from your ship

in there along with you.

In one body?

Plus Dr. Jackson.

No, the strain on the body would be too great.

It wouldn't survive.

Do you know that for certain?

It couldn't happen. The only conceivable result would be insanity.

Then we should both hope you're wrong.

Dr. Fraiser, you don't appreciate

that what's happened is technically impossible.

This can't happen.

One cannot return to any other body than one's own.

There are failsafes to prevent that.

Tryan, it has happened.

All you need to do is look in the mirror to prove it to yourself.

Now, we don't have a lot of time,

and you're the first personality to emerge so far that's been helpful,

so I need you to think, all right?

How could this happen?

A cryosleeper's consciousness is stored

in the same memory module

that maintains the sleeper's body.

There is simply no way to separate them

or send the consciousness to any other

than its corresponding body, unless...

Oh, no.

Unless the sleepers' bodies are dead.

O'Neill...

Major Carter.

I am pleased to see you have recovered.

How is he?

Yet another personality has emerged.

Dr. Fraiser appears to be making progress.

How did he get stuck in here?

Daniel Jackson's preliminary electroencephalogram

proved anomalous.

I dare you to say that again.

Dr. Fraiser declared a code 17.

Dr. Jackson has been under constant guard,

and only she and a few of her staff

have had any direct contact as a precautionary measure.

She thought he was a Goa'uld?

We've since ruled that out,

but I'm not taking any chances

until we can determine the means

by which these additional persons

have found their way into Dr. Jackson.

To do that, I'd have to have another look at their cryogenic systems.

Schedule a mission briefing with Dr. Fraiser as soon as possible.

With your permission, sir,

I'd like to stick it out here with Daniel.

You realize only medical personnel are allowed access.

Yes, sir.

Very well.

All right, tryan, look,

let's not jump to conclusions here.

I'm sorry.

There's simply no other way that this could have happened.

Only then can the failsafes be overridden

and the consciousness purged from the system.

I am dead,

as are the others who may reside in this body.

We can't be sure of that until we go back to the planet.

And then you will see.

Okay, look, just help me out with something here.

Why do you separate the consciousness from the body

in the cryosleep process?

A consciousness cannot survive the restoration process

without significant loss of memory and intellect.

A person undertaking such a long journey

without proper storage of their consciousness

would arrive at their destination

as a mere fraction of themselves.

The very essence of that person would be lost.

So the memory requirement must be enormous.

Each cryogenic capsule contains an active matrix memory module

sufficient to sustain one single mind.

Its systems are connected with those that regulate and sustain

the corresponding sleeper's body.

Well, then, it may be possible

to upload your consciousness back into that memory.

Each module can store only one consciousness.

Then do it one at a time.

No, that's not possible.

Here.

Could these same water molecules ever be returned to this glass

just as they were before, no more or no less,

in precisely the same configuration?

No.

Our minds have been blended together,

poured into one vessel,

ill-equipped to sustain our volume.

Yeah, but if the computers on board your ship

can separate the human consciousness from the body,

then surely they can isolate the...

Can you hear that?

No, I can't hear anything.

The others... Their voices, I can hear them.

They're getting louder.

Tryan, look, I need you to stay with me, all right?

We need to work together on this.

It's the most incredible feeling...

The others can't help like you.

No one can help.

Don't say that.

They're pulling at me now. I don't know how...

Janet?

Daniel?

What's going on?

Look, something has happened.

I need you to just stay with me, okay?

Just hang in there.

That was it. A moment later, another person emerged,

but we didn't learn anything from her,

so he only surfaced for a moment,

but it was definitely Daniel.

At least we know he's still in there.

Dr. MacKenzie just did a detailed analysis

of his e.E.G. And m.R.L. Readings.

We think that Daniel himself is in a sort of coma,

having been suppressed by the others.

It's as though his own consciousness

has retreated, protecting itself.

That's why he could only surface for such a short time.

The others signals are a jumbled mess.

How many others are there?

It's only a guess,

but Dr. MacKenzie believes Daniel could be carrying the minds

of as many as a dozen of the ship's passengers.

Sir, it's possible I could reconfigure the ship's systems

to separate Daniel.

The last time you were on that ship, you were attacked.

It may have been automated defenses.

I think not, major Carter.

I discovered Daniel Jackson at the base of one of the sleep chambers.

The door was open.

There's no way Daniel would have stepped into one of those things on his own.

Then someone else must have done so.

Perhaps I regained consciousness

before his assailant was able to do the same to us.

The question is, why?

Tryan seemed absolutely sure

that his physical body was dead.

So?

So what if this was a desperate attempt to preserve these people?

What if the person who attacked you

was simply trying to keep these people alive the only way he could?

The ship could not have sustained them indefinitely.

So Daniels a lifeboat?

Yeah, it's possible.

Sir, I recommend that SG-12 accompany us back to the planet.

They can search the ship for whoever did this

while I study the cryogenic systems.

You have a go.

Dismissed.

Don't think we've had a chance to meet.

Where's my father?

I'm sorry. I don't know.

Do you mind if I sit down beside you?

Okay.

There.

What about them?

Oh, no, they won't hurt you.

Tell you what.

Why don't I tell you everything I know,

and then we'll just take it from there, okay?

What's your name?

Keenin.

Keenin?

That's a very nice name.

I'm Dr. Fraiser.

SG-12, move out.

I know you would do anything to save Dr. Jackson,

but the last thing we need

is for this to happen to the both of you.

We have every intention of avoiding that, sir.

Good luck.

Keenin, we're trying to figure out everything we can

about how this happened.

What's the last thing you remember?

My father...

Why can't I wait with you?

The ship must accelerate

to escape the flare's radiation.

You'll be safer here.

You will dream sweet dreams,

and when you awaken, we'll be in orbit around ardena,

and I will be right here.

Talthus will be gone.

Hundreds of years will have passed, keenin,

and all of this hardship

will be part of our distant history.

Do you understand?

Now...

Close your eyes.

I... I didn't want to go.

I wanted to stay on talthus.

So you had to leave?

They knew it was going to happen

since a long time before I was born.

Do you know what a dark star is?

Uh-huh, one that's burned out its fuel.

They said that it would pass close enough to our sun to make it flare

and that it would engulf talthus.

I knew my whole life that the world was going to end.

So your people built the stromos.

They built three ships including the stromos,

but it wasn't enough.

They had a lottery,

and they said that was the only fair way,

but my father was an officer on the stromos,

so he was allowed to pick one person from his family.

My mother made him choose me.

It's all right.

My mother said she would take her chance with the lottery,

but she wasn't chosen.

The sovereigns were chosen, but she wasn't chosen.

No one I knew was chosen.

I wanted to stay with her.

It's okay. Shh.

It's all right.

It's all right. Shh.

It's okay.

What are you doing?

Martice?

You may address me as sovereign,

and I will ask you never to do that again.

Now, what have you done to resolve this?

SG-12, this is Carter. Come in.

This is SG-12. We've just begun our search.

Stay in radio contact. Carter out.

These power level readings are extremely low.

I don't know how it could still be working.

Perhaps if we revived one of them,

they may be of some assistance.

I don't think there's even enough power to do that.

I demand to speak to someone in authority.

Well, I'm sorry. You're stuck with me.

Why have you involved the boy in this?

What boy?

The boy.

You were just talking to him.

Where is he?

If we don't get these systems hooked up to another power source soon,

these people are going to die.

We'll need a naquadah generator,

and I'll have to build some...

One generator should be enough.

Please don't hurt us.

Tell them to stop shouting.

It is unendurable.

I can't hear them.

Be silent.

They're in your mind, martice.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

What you say, it cannot be so.

I... have responsibilities to attend to.

I cannot remain here.

You cannot leave.

3,000 of our people depend on me to lead them.

I am their sovereign. They have sworn an oath to me.

I'm sorry.

It Is my destiny to rule over ardena!

Now, listen,

you don't understand the seriousness of your condition.

You still don't realize who you are talking to.

I don't give a damn.

You don't belong in that man's body, and I intend to take it back.

Are there other conscious people aboard this ship?

No.

The others still sleep.

Why have you come back?

You've done something to one of our people.

Is he here with you?

He is not.

Are you the one responsible?

There was no choice... No other way.

You must do the same.

I don't think so.

The ship's power is failing.

It is the only way we can save them.

Pharrin figured out a way to override the failsafes.

It can be done.

Don't you see?

These souls are the last of an entire world.

They cannot be allowed to end like this.

Maybe there's another way.

No, no,

the power is fading even now, in every compartment.

If the two of you carried but a handful of souls,

we could route the remaining power back to the others...

That's not going to happen.

We do not know how many more we can accommodate.

We?

I believe he, like Daniel Jackson,

carries the consciousness of many.

13 souls now reside in pharrin's body.

I fear I can harbor no more.

To what end do you attempt to preserve their lives? Their bodies are dead.

We are the last of an entire world.

The other ships will come.

We have sent a message.

They will hear it, and they will come,

and when they dq, they will find a way to restore us.

Why did you not attempt to revive the others?

After the ship crashed,

we still don't know why it happened.

He was revived by the computer,

but the power requirement of his restoration

caused too great a drain

in the rest of the compartment.

Power levels were dropping.

Pharrin had only minutes to restore power

to 12 of the sleeper chambers

before the occupants were dead,

but there wasn't enough time.

Pharrin was failing them one by one.

There was no other choice,

no other way to preserve us.

There are over a thousand souls aboard the stromos.

If pharrin had attempted to revive the others,

then many more may have died.

Even one person to share the burden...

Pharrin walked as far as he could see.

There was little more than rock.

Neither was there sufficient water or food

remaining aboard after the crash.

Pharrin dared not revive another soul.

We are not alone.

We live in a democracy of one.

It Is strange, yes,

but we are the chosen survivors of an entire race.

How could pharrin have allowed even one of us to be lost?

Still, we could have helped you.

There was no time.

We should have asked them.

No, we could not take the chance.

You would never have consented, would you?

We would not.

Then we chose correctly.

Our mistake was to flee

when you revived so quickly from our stun weapon

and returned for your friends,

but too many of us were afraid.

There are other ways that we can help.

How?

Well, for starters,

we could provide you with an alternate power source,

one capable of bringing your energy reserves

back up to where they need to be to revive your people.

It's possible that I can retrieve it

and have it up and running within a few hours.

Pharrin, there is no other way.

Listen to her!

No. We must wait. The ships will come.

We can take you anywhere you want to go,

another world, like ardena.

You have a ship?

We know of a device

capable of transporting all of your people instantaneously

to any number of worlds.

We call it a Stargate.

Such a device is not possible.

Come back with us and I'll prove it to you.

However, we will only consent to do so

if you return our friend to his former state.

He is preserving life.

At the expense of his own, against his will.

Please do not ask us to do this.

We're not asking.

The souls that your friend carries within him

are amongst the most precious of all.

Our friend is equally as important to us.

There will be nowhere forthem to go.

They will be lost.

But it is possible to undo this?

How can I abandon them so easily?

We have sworn to protect the sovereign,

but we may save the hundreds of others.

Pharrin...

There is a way.

Do you understand that what we're offering

could save everyone on this ship?

And do you understand

that one of the souls that your friend carries within him

is my son?

Please! Why does it hurt so much?

All right, prepare 100 micrograms of fentanyl.

That won't be necessary, Dr. Fraiser.

I seem to have a higher threshold for pain than the others.

Tryan?

Yes.

Oh, thank god for that.

Janet?

Can I have aword?

I'll be back.

Are you sure you trust this guy?

He has much to gain by assisting us.

Officer pharrin, sir.

Engineer tryan, second rank.

Tryan. Of course.

Of all of our crew,

you would have thought this was not possible.

And of all our crew, sir,

you're the one who would find away to do it.

How did you manage?

Our training and a shared will to survive.

It Is a strange way of living with others,

but it is better than the alternative.

What of our ship and her passengers, sir?

Our ship crash-landed.

We failed to reach ardena.

Her passengers may yet be saved,

but not without considerable sacrifice

to you and to the others of the stromoqos

that reside within you.

I understand, sir.

These people possess a device

capable of transporting all our people

to another world,

perhaps even ardena.

It is very real,

and it will save our people...

But in exchange,

they ask that their friend be returned to them

as he was before.

I believe it can be done if we act quickly.

It is a reasonable bargain.

I will do whatever is necessary, sir.

Whatever you ask of me.

No.

There will be no sacrifice of any kind.

Officer pharrin, as your sovereign,

I demand you return me to the ship immediately.

Forgive me, sovereign.

Pharrin...

We have sworn an oath to do his will.

We cannot proceed.

Officer pharrin...

I have given you a command.

Do you understand me?

Oh, for crying out loud.

Get up.

I have sworn to protect the sovereign.

Your sovereign's dead. Get up.

His soul lives on.

Not if I cut him out.

You would not.

Oh, yes, would.

Pharrin, you will listen to me...

Don't listen.

You just do what you came here to do.

Forgive us, sovereign.

It Is the only way to protect our people.

I will not surrender this body, not at any cost.

It is mine. It was never ours to take.

If you save anyone, you will save me.

The people of talthus will die.

Let them.

Forgive me, sovereign... How dare you touch me?

For 12 years, we have fought to save the people of talthus,

and we will do everything in our power to do so,

no matter how great the sacrifice.

Father?

Keenin...

I am so sorry, my son.

You must sacrifice as well...

And we will be together.

Do you understand?

The people of talthus will be safe

and they will remember us forever.

But we'll be together.

We'll be together.

Well?

Well, there's no way totellyet

if they all made it into pharrin,

but Daniels readings are back to normal.

How did you do that?

It wasn't me, sir. It was Daniel.

His consciousness protected itself,

and he never emerged for more than a few seconds.

That's what allowed pharrin to separate the others

from Daniel and absorb them himself.

The more the merrier, I guess.

He'll stay in suspended animation

until the other ship passengers

can be revived and take care of him.

You mean them.

The naquadah generator will sustain the power, sir.

We should be able to begin the restoration process within hours.

And we can start relocating them shortly after that.

Good.

We'll leave that for SG-4.

They love that kind of stuff.

How's Daniel?

He'll probably be unconscious for a while.

I think it's best if we get... what?

Daniel?

Is that you?

Jack?

How are you doing?

Bad headache.

Nail-in-the-head kind of thing?

Yeah. Something like that.

Yeah.