That's, how I can deal with these fanatics? They indulge to their own schizophrenia, and then arrange heretical cults, which form the image of an evil merciless bastard, demanding self-worship, obedience and making money in the cash register of the temple. People portray in their gods themselves, after which those who want to rise at any cost appear in religion, and they will use the images of the gods to take their place.

"Don't dare worship me here. Only my priests have that right. And the only priest I have around is Jack O'Neill. Understood?

“Yes, my God.”

“Wonderful.”

I turned around and went to see two other patients.

“Daniel, we need to talk.”

“Yes, my God.” Oh, no, not again. Did they conspire while they were in the other world?

We went to Dr. Fraser's office, and then I put up a sound protect shield.

“You owe me a lot. Extraction of goa’uld from her head - it's not the same cost as resurrecting the three dead people.”

"I am grateful to you, Imhotep.”

“It is not enough.”

“What can I do?”

“Nothing. That's the problem.” I paused, considering the situation. “Okay, let’s be as is. You are my debtor now. Your wife, Share, in any case must not leave the Earth. If she pass through the gate or fly away in a spaceship, she will die at the same moment.”

“What?... Why?”

“Because those are the rules. She should have died. And for all those who knew her, so it should be.”

“What about her father?”

"The people of Abydos saw that she was dead. It is not necessary to excite their minds with stories about the sudden resurrection. Although, it is not such a miracle for Goa’ulds. The sarcophagus could do the same. But as you know, that the more important thing is that, Goa’ulds believed in her death?”

“Kasuf will want to attend her funeral.”

“Tell him that Earthlings conducted experiments on his daughter and disposed her corpse.”

“Are you know what happened to my son?” Daniel changed the subject.

“What a stupid question? Of course I know.”

After a few seconds of silence, Daniel said:

“You know, but you won't say to me.”

“Exactly. You owe me. Do not call the gods to help every time if you want to clean your ass. It is all, and call Sha’re to me. I need to talk to her, too.”

“Ok.”

Daniel went out, and Dr. Fraser came into the office.

“Imhotep, this is a miracle. You were able to resurrect the dead.”

“Did you believe in me, too?” I asked suspiciously.

“What? Yes. I mean..... can you resurrect the rest of the dead?”

“And what will you pay?” I asked in the voice of a greedy Jew.

“Pay?”

“Yeah. Or are you still thought, I am here to make wonders for free?”

“But... you resurrected Teal'c, Daniel and his wife.”

“That cost paid. What is the Jewish habit of paying for a kilo and demanding for a ton? Do you really want to bankrupt me?”

“But…” The doctor’s arguments ended, and at that moment embarrassing Sha’re appeared at the door.

“Doctor, please give me a chance to talk to my patient.”

“Yeah, sure.” Frasier fussed and get out away.

“Sit” I pointed to a chair. She sat down, shrinking with fear and embarrassment. “You wanted to ascend, right?”

“Me?... how?...”

“How do I know? I'm God. Didn't Daniel tell you about me?”

“Told. While ago. He's already buzzing my ears. What about my son?”

"He's there somewhere, among the distant stars. Maybe your husband can find him. Your road to the gate prohibited.”

I cast a spell on Sha’re, that was supposed to kill her if she will pass through the gate. I don't need to change the game's plot. At least not because of my interference. For one thing, this spell will watch over her and inform me of the beginning of the ascension process.

“I saved you. So you must play the role of beloved wife.” I continued my instructions. “You can ascend in a couple of months, but not before.”

“Wonderful.”

“Well, since you've got figured out all, then you're free to go.”

The girl got up and left. I followed her out of the room.

“Imhotep, you've done a miracle!” Samantha Carter, who had just been admitted to the hospital, attacked me with question. I told them to keep all the nosy ones away before I finished my work.

“You finally believe, that I am God?” I asked.

“No, but... I thank you.”

“I can’t put ‘thanks’ in pocket.”

"Are you not be touched by human gratitude?"

“I prefer to be touched not by gratitude, but by a beautiful girl.”

“What are you implying?” Samantha was offended.

“My harem waiting me at home.”

“What? Harem?” She was even more offended. It is impossible to understand these women.

I didn't argue, but walked right to Jack.

"Colonel, today you have witnessed the power of sincere prayer to me.”

“I think this is not an experience that I would like to repeat.” He answered.

“And that's why I chose you. As they say, don't utter God's name in vain. With you, I can be sure that you will pray to me only in a really serious case.”

“Why are you helping us? Dr. Fraser told me you refused to resurrect dead soldiers.”

“The fate of the galaxy depends not on them but on you, and on me, of course.”

“And what stored in our fate?”

“Jack, Maybe Ancients accidentally replaced you? Why asking such abstruse questions?”

“Sorry. Probably getting old.”

“Ha ha. Now I recognize our brave Colonel. Don't fill your head with mystical bullshit. For these mind experiments, you have Daniel. Just be Jack O'neill and don't worry about anything.” I saw the General making his way through the crowd. “Excuse me. I didn't expect to be so late. Good luck.”

I went to meet the local authorities.

“General, your people are alive and well.”

“Thank you, Imhotep. On behalf of the United States Air force command, I express my sincere gratitude to you.”

“You are welcome. I will send invoice to hundred tons of naquadaq.”

“What?”

“It is joke. But you may think how to thank me on my next visit.”

“Fresh computer games? A selection of fantastic films? An invitation to Comic-Con?”

“Oh. The devil himself speaks through you. How can you tempt me like that? Good. I'll visit you in a month, and we'll discuss the size of the contribution.”

“I'll wait.”

“And now I have to go. See you soon.”

I went to the gate room, magically typed in the address of a neutral planet, and left Earth.

On the Kheb in my room, I thought about what to do next. Now I'm just wasting my life. But the Being won't be happy if I fail the mission, after it I won't be happy. I have more or less figured out what the Ascension is, and came to the conclusion that I do not need such happiness even for free. The local ‘dude’ was not the most knowledgeable person, but even that was enough to understand that there is no free cheese.

Ascension was a transition to another level of existence. Human consciousness no longer needed the brain and found support in the energy body formed in a special way from the bioenergies of the body. Theoretically, every person could ascend if he wanted to. But in practice there were two obstacles.

First, you had to know how to create a viable 'body of light'. Here it was necessary or to be a Professor of Religious Sciences, or to engage in under the guidance of a teacher. But it was not the most terrible obstacle. The main problem was that the plan of existence of the ascended was separated from our world by an invisible veil. The ancients called it 'the invisible veil'. And there absolutely impossible to overcome this veil.

For normal existence, the body of the ascended people had to exist behind this barrier. Only there were normal conditions to survive, not to dissipate like the morning fog. Even when the ascended manifested themselves in our world, they did it remotely, creating here their projection in multidimensional space. When my parasite ate Orlik, it easily pierced the invisible veil with its tentacles and pulled him to this side of veil. But ordinary mortals, including Ancient, were not able to do such trick.

There were two ways to get past the barrier. The main thing was that you could ask 'Keeper of the gate' - a special spiritual deity. This deity could literally drag a helpless soul through a tricky maze of traps. Also, there was possibility to make deal with Keeper, not directly, but through a broker.

Oma Desala was broker. She searches promising people, and then with her channels punched them to the ascension. Of course, some preparation was required from such candidates to ascend, but in fact, nothing depended on them. They were grabbed by the scruff and ascended up.

If you want, you could even go back. The Keeper of the gate was a rather good-natured deity, and could drag you back and forth at least ten times a day. Of course, if you have a payment. My informant did not know what exactly this payment is. After the 'descent' the Keeper also created a new physical body for the passenger. It was an easy for him.

The life of the ascended obeyed certain rules. ‘Dude’ didn't know who invented these rules, but one of them was that you can't create a cult to worship yourself and to obtain Bahion from the faithful peoples. Rather, against cults is especially nobody objected, but Bahion was considered as inviolable. Why such rules setted, no one explained to the Chinese dude, although knowledge about how to organize these cults was part of the 'knowledge package' for all those who received the 'body of light'.

The second method of ascension was a device invented by the Ancients. It could pierce a hole in the veil and shove the soul of the ascended to that plan behind veil. This is how some of the Ancients who came to our galaxy ascended in their time. But interestingly, after they were struck by the Plague, rest of Ancients decided not to ascend with device. Moreover, the use of the device was declared as illegal, new one who wish to ascend ascended by early ascendeds with help of ‘Keeper’.

In general, this state of existence caused a fair amount questions. I also found signs that existence as the ascended is an intermediate stage. From time to time the ascended beings 'went to better worlds', from where they did not return.

Only a few hundred of the millions of ascended Ancients have survived to this day. And just Oma Desala was actually the only one who actively interacted with the material world. At the same time, ascended rookies pretty soon went to 'better worlds', while the old-timers continued suspended to immortal existence.

In general, having studied all this kitchen, I came to an unambiguous conclusion that such ascension not for me. The ascended had a lot of useful knowledge for me, there were interesting opportunities, but all these strange rules and events only convinced me that I should not follow them under any circumstances.

Having come to such conclusions, I decided to follow my basic plan. And so I spent more than a year studying the ascension. It's time to return to our rams, that is, the Stargate and the knowledge of the Ancients.

The first thing I moved to Ha’tak, where I started to the create crystal of Vritas. I left my harem on the planet, I will not have enough time for women. After three days, the perfect soulcrystal was completely ready for use. I performed the relocation procedure and changed my body to inorganic.

After all, human’s body is not purposed for comfortable life. Even in the most perfect condition, it feels discomfort, pain and fatigue. It's almost imperceptible, because you just get used to it, but when there is an opportunity to compare with what a normal life is, everything becomes obvious. Even ascendeds are also not eager to return to the mortal human body.

Accustomed to the new-old body, I commanded the ship to go to the planet with the training device of the Ancients. While flying, I created in my head anatomically reliable model of the Ancients’ brain. I had to emulate it to a cellular level, which wasn't so easy. At least my ship had its own bioscanner of the ancients that could test how well I could pretend to be human.

When I reached the device, I fearlessly looked into it, and received a charge of information to my organosilicon brains. Then I stopped the process of unpacking the information, replaced the cells with metal-ceramic analogues, while keeping all the information recorded in them, made a full copy of the data package, and then launched the unpacking of knowledge on the 'new hardware'. Now I could not worry about the destruction of my brain, and if something went wrong, I can correct the error, and then restart the process of unpacking again.

The program of the Ancients contained many interesting trojans that regulated the worldview, attitude to other species of living beings, set standards of behavior in the society of the Ancients, and so on. In general, after completing the training program, humans turned out to be an ideal brick of society, which could serve as a reliable gear, and did not try to organize riots or promote revolutionary ideas. But that's not what struck me most.

When I watched the process of unpacking knowledge earlier, I had no idea how much different the Ancients and humans. The difference was that humans were essentially monkeys. All their consciousness, as well as millions of years ago, was optimized for the solution of problems arising in monkeys. Throw a stone, sharpen a stick, swim across the river, jump on a tree. Such problems were solved by monkeys and their descendants - by people.

Ancient went further. For tens of thousands of years, they have purposefully grown beings capable of directly understanding the quantum entanglement of atoms, the quark structure of matter, the corpuscular-wave nature of light, the quantum nature of space, the essence of the flow of time, and so on.

They didn't need theories, explanations, and interpretations to understand what real physics was about. They thought on a quantum level. They did not see themselves as a monkey that had reached space technology, but as a cluster of quarks and leptons that had acquired a mind and a fixed body shape. These two approaches of perception of world were so different on a fundamental level that it was now clear to me why the Ancients looked with such contempt at the other races.

Now I was consciousness, existing at the expense of magic. To understand the knowledge of the Ancients, I had to learn to think like them. And it was so difficult that I had to literally break my world view logic over and over again, knocking out the logic of the monkey. Because at the level of quantum physics, all the postulates of 'normal perception' turned out to be false. Suffice it to say that in reality the present could depend on the future. The concept of 'distance in space' did not exist in principle. And the law of conservation of energy was only a special case of much more cunning laws.

In general, I had to spend on the study of the basics for three months, given the fact that my metal-ceramic brains worked millions of times faster than any Earth supercomputer, and hundred thousands of times faster than the brains of people. But after that I was able to study all that injected knowledge of Ancient in my brain.

If earlier I thought that I study ten percent of this information, now I understood that we are talking about one thousandth of a percent. And this despite the fact that the knowledge base was really 'child'. Anyway, I got so immersed in science that forgot to think about all the Earthlings and Goa’ulds.

Naturally, the first thing I started to study was Stargate technology. Then I waited another bummer. No, I understood perfectly well how the gate works, how it assembled, how to repair or create it from scratch, what tricks with reality can be done with their help, and so on.

The only thing I didn't understand was why they worked. That is, at some point, all the explanations were buried in the phrase: 'In practice, it works like this. For more information, refer to the dedicated directory.' Not having this reference, I could not understand the main thing - how to reproduce these techniques with using of magic or chakra.

Moreover, for the Ancients, my magic would have looked like a mad dirty hack of the laws of the Universe. Even their theories could not explain why chakra or mana acted on the quantum level in this way and not in another way. This level of the universe, and so was extremely difficult for perception, and after mixing Ancient science with magic I generated an absolutely impossible to understand wild heresy.

Mantra signal interrupted my digging in Ancient knowledge. I didn't even remember what it was at first, but after a minute I realized I was being called on the radio that I'd left to Jack. I have been ignoring telepathic calls, just skipping around my consciousness. But the spell operated on the level of physics, and therefore it was impossible to not notice.

“Hello, Imhotep speaking.” I answered.

The answer was the sound of the phone colliding with the floor.

“Imhotep, hi. I can't get response from you long time.” Jack's voice was heard a few seconds later.

“Yeah, I was a little busy. What happened there?”

"I'm on Thor's ship right now, and he's asking for my help against the metal bugs. I thought your presence would be useful.”

“Yeah. I promised Thor I'd deal with them. Are you in earth orbit now?”

“Oh ...Yes.”

“Nice. I'll be there in five minutes.”

I stopped all my experiments, assembled my body into a humanoid form, and teleported to the gate on the planet in which my ship was orbiting. There I dialed the address of the Earth and let forward my shadow clone. He safely passed through the protective flap, opened it, and then I passed through the gate.

“Good afternoon. Tell greetings from me to General Hammond.” I turned to the Marines.

Right from the base, I located Jack’s position and teleported to him.

“Hey, Jack.” I said to the Colonel, going to the unconscious Thor. “What's that on TV? A Comedy show?”

Jack looked at the TV screen, where Thor was explaining something about the technique of fighting with the replicators.

“Yeah, you're hilarious.” He agreed. "Thor wants from me to blow up the whole ship and myself for one thing.”

“Here it is, the spirit of a true kamikaze. But I don't think you have to blow me up. Besides, if Thor doesn't want this ship, I'll take it. Why blow up a house just because it has cockroaches?”

“Can you handle it?” Jack came up to me and also stood up next to the alien.

“Easily. I'm God. The only question is how much benefit I can get out from this situation. So, what do we have here? The patient is more dead than alive. And he died a hundred years ago.”

“I talked to him about ten minutes ago.”

“Yeah, that's the weirdest part. Okay, let's deal with the bugs, and then I'll try to figure out what the hell is going on with Thor.”

The diagnostic spell showed that the Asgard don’t have any soul, but instead in his head has a lot of weird electronics. At the same time, the organic part of body is functioning, and it cannot be called completely dead.

“I'm injured.” The melancholy voice of the God of war rang out. “The replicators have damaged my moving system. And I can't use the medical unit because the replicators have probably already reprogrammed it.”

“Aha. If you're in conscious, then we'll deal with you first. Is your move system mechanical or biological?

I began to diagnose the state of the organism in front of me in more detail. I was not familiar with Asgard anatomy, let alone biochemistry. And their electronic part at all was based on the element base incomprehensible to me. It was not similar to Ancients technology.

“It is a joint biomechanical technology designed by Asgards…” Thor said.

“Okay, let's increase the efficiency of our information exchange.”

“Oh ...for use as a carrier platform of individual species of our civilization.” In order to improve the information exchange Thor sped up his speech four times, and now his voice resembled the chirping of a cricket. Well, in principle, is also an option.

“What is need to fix?”

“The conducting channels for delivery of biological components of physiological liquids are broken. They should form a large-cell structure…”

While Thor was talking, I figured it out for myself. The blood channels of the asgards were not located in the same way as in humans. They had no muscles at all. They could move only thanks to the low-power hydraulic drives built into the bones. I did not seek a full recovery of the body, but simply patched it up, stopping the leakage of blood and lymph. After that, I used a spell to improve the overall tone of the body by filling each cell of the body with energy. Prolonged or frequent use of this spell was harmful, but in case injuries or a strong fatigue it literally worked miracles, returning organism to life.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, running the spell with minimal force.

“Your system of supplying biological tissues with energy is extremely effective.” Thor murmured. Jack from such a sound, grimaced, and went away, and began rubbing his ears. "If you increase the power supply a couple of times, I'll be able to restore my biological part in a few minutes.”

“Aha. Well, then we'll use a factor of ten.” I turned the power to standard.

“St-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!!!!...” Thor cried out enthusiastically. The sound he made was like the roar of a momentum gaining turbine. “O ...O-O-O-O-O-o-o-o-o-o-o- O-O-O-O-O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-P.” I lowered the power to ten percent from standart. “My systems aren't designed for such kind of load.”

“Okay, I'll put twenty percent. And what about the electronic part? I see they damaged too.”

“I isolated the damaged areas and cut off the power there.”

“I can restore the main power lines and the containment to prevent contact with the biological fluids.”

“That will help. Then I can walk, albeit with reduced efficiency.”

I used magic and chakra to patch up the 'bones' of the skeleton.

“Ready. Check it. And can you tell me briefly how you fight the replicators that invaded the ship?”

“We're isolating the infected areas of the ship.”

“That's all?” I was surprised.

“Our weapons are ineffective against replicators. We'd rather destroy the entire ship than destroy all the replicators. But even that is impossible, because the self-destruct system is blocked by the replicators in the first place.”

“Well, I'd do the same. In general, the situation is clear to me. It remains only to take samples of replicators for study. Jack, are you gonna walk with me or stay with Thor?”

“Where's safer?”

“With me, of course.”

“Thor, buddy, don't be bored.” Jack said goodbye to the Asgard, and followed me.

I scanned the adjacent compartments and headed for the nearest Replicator, it was chewing hard on the bulkhead. Coming close, I grabbed a mechanical beetle, turned it in my hands, and then tore off the foot and threw it in my mouth. The Replicator screamed with displeasure. I left him, and it crawled resentfully into the hole in the bulkhead.

“Is it tasty?” Jack asked me doubtfully.

“Normally. Just not enough beer. Let's go back.”

As we walked, I used my vritras body to connect to the Replicator blocks. Those generally used Ancient technology, so I did not have problems with information exchange. Quantum program has proved to be unexpectedly difficult, plus each Replicator’s block can share data and code with their neighbors. And that's the reason they can't be reprogrammed. If you modify your code only in one part of the replicators, then they will be able to restore the original code by copying it from the neighbor blocks.

Although I have not yet fully studied all the knowledge of the Ancients, in this case, they didn’t have special technological secrets. In fact, the replicators were rather primitive creatures. The main threat of them was high resistance to damage and the ability to reproduce. And the inability to rewrite the current program, of course.

After analyzing this technology for five minutes, I came to the conclusion that the easiest way to neutralize the threat in this situation is to completely wipe the program from all replicators on the Ship. Actually, I was going to use a technology similar to the replicators themselves.

It was supposed to be a self-replicating spell that would connect to each Replicators’ blocks, copy itself to infect adjacent blocks, and wait for my command. After receiving the activation signal, the spell will simply overloaded the processor, erasing the memory in it. After that, the Replicator block could only be thrown out to the landfill or given to the smelter. The security mechanisms built into it will physically destroy the processor and the power cell. It was standard security Protocol of the Ancients, which has prevented the transfer of their technology to other races.

“So, plan is ready in the first approximation.” I said. “But I have a few questions.”

“What are you interested in?” Thor said.

“Jack, you were going to fishing. Why you take with you a radio for communication with me?”

“Well... I thought I'd test it where no one would disturb me. I tried a few times, uh... mentally refer to you, but it never worked.”

“Yes, I was very busy. Well, that's settled. Now a question for you, Thor. This ship is already lost to you. So, after destroying all the replicators, I'll take him it”

“Why do you need this ship?”

“I'm interested in Asgard technology.”

"We could volunteer to give to you knowledge about our technology. We are at war with the replicators, and any ship is extremely important to us.”

“Um... Good. Then I think we should head to your galaxy. There I will be able to study your technologies, and for one will help in the fight against the replicators and other your problems.”

“I would be very grateful for your help.”

“Nice. Jack, do you want to play a computer game?”

“Game? Do we have time for games?”

“Work hard, play harder. Look what I've got.”

I used the chakra with earth element to create a futuristic weapon. It resembled a cannon from the game cephs of Crysis.

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“What is it?” Jack asked, carefully inspecting the product.

“What do your instincts say?”

“Is it a space Hyper-gun to fight alien bugs?”

“You hit the point. Keep. You put your right hand in here, you keep your left hand here and there, there's got to be a trigger inside.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“You can shoot once for a sample. Don't worry, the charges only work on replicators.”

Jack pointed his weapon at the wall and fired. A ball of blue light flew out of the muzzle and silently splashed over the obstacle.

“Well, how is it, cool?”

"Don't you have anything more familiar?"

“Oh, you, darkness. Okay, here you go.”

I created a second gun with a more human design.

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Jack grabbed weapon, tried her on, then fired. This time the charge was red, a booming hooting sound was emitted during the shot, plus the weapon had a decent recoil.

“That's what I truly understand.” The Colonel was impressed.

“Let’s go hunting.” I waved my left hand. On right hand I have already cephs weapon.

After that we went to the Central control room of the ship and there about ten minutes shoot the replicators climbing from all cracks. Beetles when hitting by my charge froze as motionless statues, and from the bullets of Jack scattered with shrapnel.

“All right, that's enough.” I concluded. "The bugs will eat the whole ship while we're having fun."

“I thought we were supposed to clear this room from replicators.” Jack said, offended.

“No. I just wanted to shoot at moving targets. Okay, I need a few minutes. Don't let those things get to me.” I issued quest of epic level of difficulty.

Alone, Jack was already much more difficult to cope with the pressing crowds of mechanical beetles. I formed the right spell, the parameters of which I brought to mind during the shootout, and then set it on replicators and began to support the process of reproduction, supplying magical energy. Finally, when Jack was about to be flogged and torn to pieces, I activated the spell. All replicators immediately froze, depicting statues of themselves.

“Ready.”

“That was close.” Jack winced while getting up.

“Let's report to Thor that the problem with the replicators are solved.”

When I got to the right room, I found that Thor was already tinkering with the controls of the ship.

“How is it?”

"The ship's instruments indicate that the replicators have stopped acting.” Thor murmured. "But I'll have to spend quite a bit more time before the ship can function properly.”

"Then how do we get to your galaxy?" I asked.

"I will contact my brethren, and they will transport you on another ship."

“Well, I have my own ship. It may well reach your galaxy on my own.”

“Then I can give you the coordinates of our planet. And while you're flying, I'll explain the details of our agreement to the High Council of Asgard.”

“Nice. You sure you don't want to come with us?”

“Unfortunately, I have a lot of responsibilities that I have to perform. But I'll be watching your progress.”

"I hope I'm not going to another galaxy." Jack asked.

“No. I can send you back to your base.” Thor replied. “Thanks for your help, Jack.”

Jack did not have even a second somehow to react, as he was surrounded by white light, and the device the Asgard teleported him back to Earth. To say goodbye properly, I created a chakra clone, which with Hiraishin moved to the base of the Stargate.

“These asgards are simple guys. Neither Hello nor goodbye.” I said to the Colonel when I was near him.

“I noticed.” He agreed.

“Are you going to fish now?”

“Probably, Yes. We saved Earth already, didn’t we?”

“Yes, now it's time to rest.”

“And this thing?...”

In the hands of Jack was still a weapon to fight against replicators. I did redo the spell, so now it was just a toy gun. All visual effects and recoil remained, but it will not cause harm to anyone anymore. Even to the replicators.

“Take it. And if you want, you can use the radio again.”

“Nice.” Jack got mentioned device and twisted it in his hands.

“And here's your consolation prize for defeating the replicators.”

I held out a fishing hook. Jack took it and began to consider.

“It's a little unsportsmanlike, but any fish can’t resist the hook. With it, you can win the world championship in fishing.”

“Uh... Thanks.”

I put a special spell on the hook, which was supposed to inspire though to fish that this thing is the best dish of all that they met in life.

“Okay, say hi to Samantha and Daniel. How's Teal'c?”

“I'm sick of his requirements to organize the cult worship to you. I had to agree to a weekly prayer service in your honor.”

“Hmm... Well, tell him, his God remember him.”

“Nice.”

“I gotta go. Be happy.”

On this clone dissipated.

Meanwhile, on the ship, I was discussing with ‘Thor the biorobot’ about procedure of my delivery in the galaxy. My clone left on hattak sent the ship to Earth. An hour later, he arrived and hovered near the Asgard’s ship. By this point, I had already received the coordinates for the jump and managed to talk to those who were supposed to meet me on the spot.

I teleported to my ship and gave the command to enter hyperspace. I had three hours to fly. However, this jump exhaust almost all fuel reserves. So for the return trip, I'll have to create a few ZPM (Zero Point Module). I have already studied the technology of their production, but have not conducted real experiments.

Coming out of hyperspace, I appeared in orbit of a planet in the Hades galaxy, which was the home world of the asgards. Almost immediately, I received a signal to establish a video link.

“Greetings, Imhotep. I'm Heimdal. The Asgard Council has instructed me to assist you in developing weapons against replicators, as well as any other research.”

“Good afternoon. Where can we meet?”

“I will give you the coordinates for the teleport.”

“Um... it will be difficult for me to jump into this place from orbit at once. Where can I park my ship? I think I'll fly over that point first and then land the ship.”

“Good. I'm giving you the coordinates of the landing site.”

I came down from orbit, flying over the specified place and, having determined the exact position, opened to there a magical portal and send through it my shadow clone. Such cunning movements were required because I did not have a Hiraishin mark at the end point. After that, I landed the ship and teleported to my clone.

“Hail to you, Heimdall.” I simultaneously put on marks of chakra and magic to the desired body. There was full of asgards, and they were all similar one to another like peas in a pod.

“Nice to meet you. Commander Thor said you were able to destroy all the replicators on his ship.”

“Yeah. But this technology is tied only to me, so you can't replicate it. To help you, I need to study your technology.”

“I understand. Our library is at your service.”

"But before we deal with the Replicator problem, I'd like to study your cloning technology. I'm particularly interested in how it came about.”

“The invention of the technology of transplantation of consciousness is an important milestone in the development of our civilization. I will tell you the whole story in detail.”

"I'm afraid the transmission of information through speech is too slow. Do you have the ability to provide me with information with ancient technology storage device?

“Yeah, wait a minute. The necessary information will be copied to a suitable storage and delivered here.”

Soon, at the table at which we sat, appeared familiar to me the Ancient storage device. I took it and plugged it into the magic computer that was my whole body. Examination of the information demanded about ten minutes.

In short, the story was simple. Once to the Milky Way galaxy arrived Ancients. They immediately began to make themselves as at home, oblivious to the fact that there were already living civilizations of Knox and Ferling, as well as several planets inhabited by asgards and Unos. In principle, there was a lot of free space, so new neighbors were received with cordiality. However, it quickly became clear that the Ancients were the more arrogant assholes. They extolled their knowledge, technology, and most importantly, their immortality.

After a thousand years, it became apparent that the Ancients were indeed immortal. Generations of diplomats of all other races renewed, but the Ancients were represented by the same persons who did not hesitate to call their neighbors as short-lived.

Then the Asgard Council decided to develop a technology to achieve personal immortality. These studies were unsuccessful for a long time, until one of the Ancients shared with the asgards the technology of copying consciousness into another body.

It was exactly copying, that is, creating a new personality in a new body, politicians demanded immediate results, so, the scientists of the asgards, slightly changed this technology and declared it as a transfer of consciousness. A clone was to act as the recipient. After the copying process was completed, the 'original' consciousness was simply destroyed by a directed release of energy, destroying the brain. Cloning technology, by the way, gave the same Ancient buddy.

Since then, Asgard consciousness has been copied from one clon to another, ensuring the 'continuous' existence of the individual. The first to experience this technology were Council members who were afraid of dying of old age. They later made the procedure of consciousness transfer almost as mandatory.

There were attempts to rewrite consciousness not in clones, but in children, but they ended up by 'destruction' of the person - the recipient showed not those qualities of character which were at 'original'. To prevent this, sexual reproduction was banned.

A few hundred years later, discovered a gradual degradation of consciousness. Copy errors overlapped each other, making the identity of the clone is a bit dumber and retarded from each copying process. Then the technology of creation of cyborgs at which part of memory and mental functions was realized at the expense of computers was invented. Gradually, cyborgization developed, and many parts of the Asgards replaced their body to mechanisms. In addition, the size of their skull has been significantly increased to accommodate more powerful computers that can 'help' to biological brains to make decisions.

At the moment, the asgards were a civilization of computers that use organic parts as a kind of 'talismans', ensuring compliance of these creatures to origin Asgards that once inhabited the Hades galaxy.

In their electronic program at the most basic level, it was stated that the 'intelligent being' is only a computer that has a biological component. But the technology of cloning was imperfect, so at the moment, the biological tissue is quite quickly destroyed, which required the creation of new clones. And with every copy operation, the identities in these computers were being destroyed more and more.

Now 'the best minds' of Asgard race fought over the solution to this problem, but computers were not able to invent anything new, and the biological part’s intelligence was close to the mice. And most importantly, the Asgards’ didn't have a soul, in result they could not come up with brilliant ideas. After all, the soul is a necessary element for any kind of creativity.

It was also quite amusing to discover that some of the asgards occasionally spontaneously acquired a soul. I think it was the work of some universal law of nature that pushed souls into vessels capable of providing a conscious existence.

Asgard named soul settling process as a critical failure, so that the body of each of them was appropriate sensor. As soon as someone's soul moved into the body, Asgard was immediately sent for resettlement to a new host. Obviously, with such a copy, the soul remained in the old body, which was immediately will be destroyed.

After studying the information, I shared my findings with Heimdal.

“In General, I can say that most likely you are a victim of directed sabotage by the Ancients, who used the memory copy technology to totally destruction of your race.” I concluded.

Asgard literally hung on such news.

“Me... ask... I need... complete the cloning operation.”

“I see that your body was possessed by someone's soul.”

As a mage with experience, I could see other people's souls almost effortlessly. And now I saw an almost natural obsession. At least, the soul furiously trying to subdue the body. Maybe she wants to say something.

I cast a spell on Heimdahl to create astral shells. They served as a mediator between the soul and the physical body, facilitating their interaction.

“Please ... help us.” Heimdal Said in a different voice. “We... watch…”

In the head of Asgard something loud snapped and voice stopped. The body stood up and walked towards the exit with wooden steps. A pair of asgards rushed to him, helping with the transport, and his deputy addressed me.

“Excuse me. It was another critical failure. Despite all his genius, Heimdal is quite often faced with this problem. He'll be ready to continue in half an hour.”

“Certainly. In the meantime, I'd like to study the history of your confrontation with the replicators. Can you write this information to a storage?” I gave already cleared storage device of the Ancients.

“Undoubtedly. You will need to wait a few minutes.”

While poor Heimdal rid from the ghost in his head, I learned about the 'fight' of Asgard with the replicators. Actually, it was possible to call it wrestling with a stretch. Already available weapons proved ineffective, and they could not invent a new in principle. So all that remained for the Asgards was to surrender one world after another, following the same battle patterns that the replicators also won with the same strategy.

After thinking about the current situation, I came to the conclusion that there was no point in saving what was left of the Asgard race. They were just talking computers with limited software.

But the soul has entered to the Heimdal body interested me. This was a typical ghost - the soul of a living being, who managed to cling to the material plan and prevent his departure for rebirth. From the ascended ghost was distinguished by the fact that he existed on this side of the 'invisible veil’, and also had serious problems with maintaining awareness and obtaining energy.

I was especially surprised by the fact that the soul was able to move into the computer. In principle, this was not surprising. I myself was that still unknown type crature. But there was almost a direct connection between the soul and the computer. I wanted to study this phenomenon, and along the way to help the souls of the asgards. I saw Heimdall’s original soul. At least she associated herself with that name. But the last Asgard died thirty thousand years ago.

“Please forgive me.” Biorobot said to me while entering in room.

“Are you Heimdal?”

“Yeah. I'm ready to continue our conversation. You said something about the soul.”

“Yeah. At the very beginning, at the first copying of the person, you killed all true Asgards. And now, you are soulless biorobots now, incapable of development and having no sense of existence.”

“Your words sound offensive. Ancients addressed to us with such expressions on face. Meanwhile, our science has not discovered any evidence of the existence of the soul.”

“Opposite. You have already discovered this evidence and developed a system to prevent the connection between the biorobot and the soul. You call this process with the term 'critical failure'.”

“You want to say that at the time of failure we become true ourselves? But we have a lot of evidence that such events lead to changes in behavior, change of values, and sometimes to the appearance of destructive tendencies. Some of the defective carriers even tried to kill themselves.”

“That is exactly what soul provide himself. I want to note that not always in the body of the biorobot is possessed by the soul of the Asgard, whose personality is contained in the memory. In such cases, the new personality replaces the old one, which leads to changes in behavior. As for destructive tendencies, some souls may find your such existence unacceptable. After all, you actually perverted the very concept of life. Such souls may seek to destroy the copy of own consciousness because they are aware that biorobots are not ourselves.”

“Your words require deep understanding.”

“Certainly. And I want to add that in the current state your civilization is doomed to extinction. You are only machines that are forced to use biological components in their composition. Tissue copying occurs with errors that are quite natural for a living organism. And since you are not actually living beings, these errors cannot be corrected by the standard methods of living beings. So your civilization is a machine with a finite state, and that state is very close to end.”

“I understood.” Heimdall nodded.

I found his soul again. Only this time she barely touched the electronic brain, so the interference protection didn't work. Um... original approach. If you think about it, in thirty thousand years you could hone your computer skills to such an extent that the thoughts of a real person could be perceived by a biorobot as their own. Hence the legendary 'genius' of some personalities.

"It's going to take me a while to figure out a way to help you. I suggest we take a break now and meet tomorrow to discuss the situation.”

“Nice. We will contact you when we are ready to continue the discussion.”

I got up and teleported to my ship.

Sitting on the throne in the cabin of the ship, I began to think about my possible actions. First of all, I should not have changed the balance of power in the Asgard’s war with the Replicators. On the other hand, I don't have to be too strict with the Canon. Asgards decided to die at the very end of the tenth season, so their survival will not greatly affect the final. After all, there must be other game figures in somewhere, and they could have changed something.

As for my help, now I have three interesting puzzle elements: asgards, their souls and... replicators. What would happen if I put them together?

I knew from the show that the replicators were able to reduce themselves to such a size that the human eye could no longer distinguish them. So I was pretty sure I could do it again without hovering in the time zone.

Further. The souls of Asgard can affect biorobots. But I'm not sure whether they affect the electronic part or the biological part. I will need to invent a technology that can reproduce some form the astral shells that will bind the soul and the material body. I don't need my soul to fall out of my body from one slap.

Well, the third problem is that I need to 'resurrect' the souls of Asgard, and not just any astral entities who wanted to get the body. So, to the previous technology will have to attach the module 'authorization', which controls the compliance of the soul to the specified parameters.

And, of course, it is necessary to solve the problem of achieving immortality. It was so passionately longed for Asgard. Hence, we need some way of resurrection of the dead, which will not lead to uncontrolled multiplication of the resulting mutants.

In general, the task was difficult, interesting and useful for me. In addition, I was able to apply the knowledge of the Ancients in practice and, if possible, cross them with magic. Although I do not plan to give magic abilities to Asgards. Here we have the genre 'coooper', not 'space elves'.

By the time of the next meeting, I had already sketched out in what direction I need to dig to achieve the result. Plans were huge, so when I arrived at the meeting, I was categorically not satisfied by 'decision of the Council' expressed by Heimdal.

"The high Council of Asgard has considered your proposal and has concluded that we cannot allow you to manipulate our race in any way. Our scientists have found that a critical failure in the work of the individual is clearly a destructive event, and therefore we cannot allow the associated effects to be used to save our race. You must find another way to save us.”

“Really? Apparently, your Council has decided that immortality isn’t useful to them, and it is better to die than to admit the made mistakes. I can say that this decision was very similar to... human.”

"I have nothing more to say to you, Imhotep. The Council has made its decision, and none of us will go against it.”

No one? But it was kind of one of the disgraced Asgard who experimented on people contrary to the will of the Council. His name was Loki, and in the sixth season he even cloned Jack O'Neill, on what he burned.

“I'm sorry to hear that.” I nodded my head.

Along with an expression of regret, I contacted Heimdahl's brain via radio. It was a standard channel of information exchange between the asgards, information about which I received along with a package of history data.