Rodney and the second victim appeared at the location where I appointed, and then fainted. This was another function of the device. I didn't fully understand it, so I decided not to change anything. A simple spell brought back McKay to consciousness. He opened his eyes, saw my happy face and asked.

“Where am I?”

“In hell!” I whispered, deciding to play a little joke. My smile turned into a toothy grin from ear to ear, my eyes lit up with the devil's fire, and horns grew on my head.

“A-A-A-A-A-A!!!” Rodney shouted, jumping from his prone position for at least a meter and a half.

I instantly brought my body back to normal and asked sympathetically.

“What's wrong?”

“You! Me! Imhotep? I saw dream that I was in hell. Where am I?” McKay looked around, but all he saw were my barriers and the remains of the Wraith arrow. “Don't tell me that...” He swallowed in horror.

"You were kidnapped by the Wraith arrow, so I had to personally intervene to save you."

“Great. What time is it now?” Rodney looked at his watch and saw that it had not been a minute.

“I do not know. Are you in a hurry somewhere?”

“Well... e-e-E...” My priest hesitated.

“Come on.” I encouraged him. “You're my priest You must not have secrets from your God.”

“Anyway, I have planned a date.” The shy scientist forced out words from himself.

“Oh, yeah. You have a problem with that.” I nodded, remembering the fate of the unfortunate scientist, which any woman gave him, while to his partner, John Sheppard, give every second female.

“I don't have any problems!” Rodney roared, looking around. He considered this matter personal enough to bring it up for public debate.

“Rodney, Rodney.” I shook my head. “You should be thinking only about science, not women.”

“You think a man like me should forget about women?” He was offended.

“No. I think you should have a personal harem. So that with 'this' you have no problems, and you can fully devote yourself to your true love – to science.”

“Really? You think so?”

“Certainly. Geniuses like you don't have to worry about these things. This must be done by the government, otherwise brilliant scientists will not be able to leave offspring, thereby throwing the evolution of humanity a step back.”

“Uh... well, Yes. I always thought so, too.”

“Don't worry, you're my priest, I will personally collect for you a harem with the most beautiful girls.”

“Really? Is it right?” McKay was worried. “I mean, we're on a military expedition. We can't invite just anyone to here.”

“Nonsense!” I rejected that nonsense. “In your Atlantis living dozens of unknown types of unknown origin, all those Tails and Ronons. So, three girls, checked by me for a security clearance, will not disturb anyone.”

“Three girls?” Facial expression of McKay began to conform lustful faces.

“Are three not enough?” I asked, hiding a smile.

“No! I mean... that will be enough. Yes. Three girls are enough.”

“Great.”

I snapped fingers and dropped the barrier, allowing to hungry public in anticipation to see us.

“Done! Take the job. One Rodney McKay, and another blond misunderstanding.” I nodded to the unconscious blonde.

“What about her?” Dr. Carson Beckett rushed to the victim.

“Without consciousness. She'll be back in a couple of hours.”

The people began to hurry and prepare to transport the remains of the Wraith ship to Atlantis. While everyone was running back and forth, I wondered where I could get a harem. In principle, in this galaxy are many girls, which will be happy find man, who will provide them protection from wraiths. But I need not ordinary girl, but only the best. So, I will have to conduct a casting, choosing from hundreds of contenders only three lucky ones, and then present them to Elizabeth Weir.

As a result, I tasked my clone and spaceship. It could collect not worse than the Wraith hives could cut through the galaxy, scan the people living on the planets, and then steal them, using beaming technology of the Asgard. Each girl was subjected not only to checked on health and beauty, but also to checked on the 'purity of thoughts' and the desire of 'serving the high goals of peace', giving birth to the children of a brilliant scientist.

At night, I also 'kidnapped' McKay himself and scanned his mind for the perfect image of the girl. Based on this data, I selected three future concubines. After some thought, I selected three more, but this time for my harem. I need to find about, how it will be having sex in vritras body. After casting I sent all the other applicants to 'home'.

Morning in Atlantis began with a general descent into a stupor. Rodney McKay went out to breakfast accompanied by three dazzlingly beautiful girls, each of whom he had already 'tried' in this morning. The scientist's face was beaming with smugness, which caused an instinctive irritation of everyone around him.

John Sheppard tried to pick up one of the girls, but she without doubt gave him a knee-kick in his balls, leaving him lying on the floor. McKay's smile doubled after that.

After five minutes of fame, I appeared in the dining room, also accompanied by three girls. Some men began to approach and ask where the girls were given for the harem, to which I replied that such privilege was reserved only to the gods and their priests.

Elizabeth Weir accepted my notice of the arrival of the new inhabitants to Atlantis with stoic calm. Only her flicking eyes betrayed her what cost of peace of mind was worth it. But no protest came from her side. Apparently, Jack O'Neill had instructed her well enough about what I could do if I was in a bad mood.

My first sex in the vritras body brought me into a state of shock. It was such a concentrated pleasure that I immediately had the desire to share it. In my head immediately appeared plans for how to transform all people to vritras and then to have sex with all of them at once.

Only with the utmost effort of Will, I was able to stop and partially erase my memories of this sex in my mind. Now I understood why the galaxy in that world was destroyed by vritras. It is impossible to resist to such concentrated happiness.

I slightly corrected the work of my body so that the pleasure receiving did not exceed the standard human limits. After that, life entered a more or less settled course.

I settled in Atlantis and began to explore the information available here from the knowledge base of the Ancients. Something I already knew, and something was really new. I devoured the knowledge of the Ancients with savage speed. I had less than two years to spend on Atlantis, so I didn't have much time.

As promised, I gave to Rodney McKay a 'children's' course of physics knowledge of the Ancients. Without 'quantum thinking' he could not fully comprehend this information, but at least, now he able to understood what was written in the scientific texts of the Ancients. This made all his scientific work more effective, which further strengthened his reputation as a genius and lifted up from the gray masses of mere mortals.

About a couple of months later, my trojan activated on Atlantis' computer, its functions was listening of all conversations. On one of the planets discovered Ancient’s research station, it has cannon on the roof which destroyed entire fleet of the Wraith. I just managed to get to the control Atlantis room, to hear 'take action' from the mouth of Elizabeth Weir.

“I'll help them.” I intervened in the discussion filled with joy. The Earthlings really started to imagine how to get weapon of unlimited power in their greedy hands.

“Imhotep?” The smile peeled from the Weir’s face. "I thought you were lost somewhere in Atlantis."

“And today I was accidently found.” I smiled mockingly. "I'll help Rodney to understand this ancient equipment.”

“Why you so generosity?”

“You mortals don't able to understand. It is said: the ways of the Lord are inscrutable.”

“Come on, you better be honest and admit that you found a reason to have fun at our expense.” Weir didn't let up. Seems, she's totally freaking out.

“I didn't plan, but if you insist, I really should have some fun. At your expense, of course. Prepare yourself.” I nodded to John Sheppard, turned around, and headed for the bewildered McKay, with whom I had a perfectly normal working relationship. “Come on, I'll help you get the equipment. We're going to need some very specific measurements.”

When we reached the planet, we climbed inside the ancient station. I immediately connected to the local computer and started downloading data. After a couple of hours I decided to exchange observations with McKay, who examined the computer for a couple with Radek Zelenka.

“So, what do you say, Rodney?”

“It's incredible! Here the Ancients were engaged in the development of an energy source even more powerful than the ZPM. They opened many portals to other worlds and received energy from there by mixing the laws of the universes. However, then they did something wrong that they ultimately killed.” In this reality, McKay was sometimes more objective, because he understood the texts in the language of the Ancients and their science better.

“Yes, when you open a lot of random portals to different worlds, it is impossible to predict the final set of physical constants.” I suggested.

“We can open a portal to only one world.” Rodney guessed immediately. “Then we will be able to adjust work of equipment under concrete parameters. But... wouldn't that reduce power generation?”

“It will reduce.” I agreed. "But we have more modest requests than the Ancients. We don't need the power of thousands of ZPM. Ten would be enough.”

“You're right. If we can create a stable power generator, it will solve the problem of protecting the planets from the Wraith. And then we can begin to study this technology in a more relaxed environment.”

Research work began, in which I took an active participant. I was also interested in this equipment. Except it wasn't about power generation, it was about using elements of Stargate technology. The discovery of energy portals was an independent technology, but the search and localization of other worlds occurred at the expense of a device resembling a gate addressing system.

After a couple of days, we were ready to start the first test run of the system. But before that, Weir and major Sheppard had requested a presentation for dummies.

“So how does this thing work?” John Sheppard asked us.

“We're creating a hole to another dimension with other laws of physics.” McKay began to explain. “Because of this, there is a certain potential difference between our universe and that, and energy begins to flow in one direction. This installation allows us to extract most of this energy from the flow and send it to our purposes, where it can be picked up for practical use.”

"Why couldn't the Ancients make it work?" Sheppard asked.

"They were working with a different configuration, which would produce hundreds of times more power. There were many portals to different worlds, which created unpredictable fluctuations in the laws of physics, which the protective field could not cope with it. We use a simpler configuration, which is comparable in power to only a few ZPM. Obviously, the Ancients were not satisfied with this option, and they tried on other scales. I'm sure if they had more time, they could complete this device. But they were attacked by Wraith, so they had to use an unstable power source to protect the planet. As a result, it is experienced an overload condition, and killed the entire personnel on the planet. After that, the Wraiths returned and destroyed the entire population of the planet.”

“Isn't this device dangerous for us? You said it changes the laws of physics.” Elizabeth Weir asked, looking at me suspiciously for some reason.

“No. Everything is absolutely safe.” McKay said. “In the universe, our impact is completely invisible. And for localization of distortions the working chamber is surrounded by a special energy shield. According to ancient theories, the space around us contains trillions of times more energy than matter. Imagine that the space is water. And the matter that we're made of is the little bubbles in this water. We can say that matter is a hole in space. Opening the portal, we create vortices in space, which then turn into the holes we need. But the scale of this process is so small that it will be almost impossible to detect real changes.”

“Can you describe in more detail what will happen during the experiment?”

“Certainly.” Rodney was radiant with enthusiasm. “At the first stage, we will open portals to different random worlds, and check how there are different laws of physics. We need a safe option where the laws are quite a bit different from ours. Then we will open a stable portal to the desired world and begin to receive energy from it. Next, we will need to ensure the stability of the installation. If anything goes wrong, we'll close the portal right away. The first few launches we will carry out with minimal power, and then we will check how much energy can give this equipment. As you can see, I foresaw all possible problems, and even Dr. Zelenka could not detect errors in my calculations.”

Reminded doctor tried to say something, but he was not have any chance.

“Imhotep, what can you say about this experiment?” Weir asked me.

“It's okay, don't worry. Let's just turn on this thing and will see what happen. If something goes wrong and someone die, I'll resurrect you. I'm God.”

Elizabeth covered her face with her hands and sighed heavily.

“Well, go ahead.” She finally decided. “We need this technology.”

We went back to the planet with the equipment, where we began the final preparations for the launch. And so, the first stage of the experiment began. The reactor opened a portal to another world for a microsecond, and we measured the energy flow characteristics. In a second, more than a hundred worlds were tested, the parameters of which formed a kind of map of the universe. Four hours later, we had enough statistics, and from of a million and a half worlds, we chose one.

Then there was a session of remote communication with Atlantis through the gate.

“Dr. McKay, how are you doing?” Weir asked.

“It's great. We found one world that is almost no different from ours. The speed of the energy between our worlds is very small. But the flow is powerful enough to produce the amount of energy we need. The direction of energy from us to them, so we can be not afraid that here will fly something from another world. We are ready to start experiments on the stable opening of the portal.”

“What does Dr. Zelenka say?”

Radek was finally able to push Rodney away from the camera to give his opinion.

“The results of the previous phase are extremely controversial, but we were able to find one option that suited us in terms of security. I think that in the future we should continue to search for suitable parameters for opening the portal. But now we can start the second phase of testing with the data already available. This will clarify the requirements for the characteristics of other worlds that we need.”

“I understood you, doctor. I'm giving you my permission to move on to phase two.” Weir graciously nodded and cut off communication.

At the second stage, the reactor was switched on for a few minutes at minimum power. Surprisingly, everything was normal, and the equipment recorded only a steady increase in power along the logarithmic curve. It seems to be in the series in one of the following episodes McKay has managed to build a energy generator which does not get out of control. There were other side effects, but no one has complained about them yet. I decided that it is quite possible that the right solution was found here from the first time.

At the solemn test of inclusion of a energy source at full capacity, all bosses arrived to the planet: Elizabeth Weir, major Sheppard, and even Colonel Caldwell the commander of the spacecraft 'Daedalus'. Everyone was eager to see launching of an Ancient weapon capable of destroying a Wraith cruiser.

During tests I have noticed that although 'the energy of the ether' was moving from our world to another, from another world to us flowed magical energy. It was different from the energy of my source, but it was quite similar. And now I was wondering how it would end.

So, the command came to turn on the equipment and McKay proudly pressed the button. A protective field was activated in the reactor, a portal opened, and after a few seconds the energy began to fill the capacitors. A minute later, the gun on the roof of the complex came on, firing at the remnants of the Wraith fleet flying in orbit.

All began to rejoice, to congratulate each other, and the most resourceful already pulled out the reserved booze and began to pour it on the throat.

Scientists only found that out something going wrong when they tried to shut down the equipment.

"I don't understand.” Rodney McKay said in a drunken voice. “What's with the strange readings? Zelenka, did you touch anything here?”

“What? No. I didn’t touch anything”

Two drunken scientists began to study the sensor readings, sobering up.

“Am I losing it in my eyes?” McKay asked himself.

“No. The diameter of the portal sphere is indeed three times larger than the diameter of the protective field.” Zelenka confirmed his fears.

“Is it growing?”

“The diameter is stable. I can neither reduce nor increase it.”

“McKay, what are you doing here?” John Sheppard broke into the control room. “Let's drink. Teyla promised to do a striptease.”

It seems that my idea to replace the second box of champagne with carbonated pure alcohol was not very successful. And although... I'm having fun, so it's going well.

“Don’t interrupt us. We have problems.”

“Are we all going to explode?”

“No. There is no threat. Just a hardware malfunction.” Rodney explained.

“Then forget it. We'll deal with it tomorrow. Take a drink.”

Sheppard handed McKay a full glass of carbonated alcohol. He couldn't resist leaning stress and stuck to the drink.

“Eek! Went well.” The genius gave his conclusion. “We should eat. Zelenka, drop this lost cause. We'll figure out later what's going on with the sensors.”

“But how...?” The intellectual tried to resist.

“It is order. As you heard, Weir promised to make me head of the research Institute. So, I'm in charge here. Let's drink. Eek!”

McKay and Sheppard picked up Zelenka under his arms and dragged him into the common room, where he started to ply him with alcohol.

Most of the station staff regained consciousness after about a day. All this time the Ancient weapon continued to fire on targets in orbit, preventing the 'Daedalus' to enter the range of the teleport.

Hungover, suffering from an unbearable headache, McKay firstly sincerely prayed to me, so as a reward, I healed him and brought him to consciousness. And after five seconds, the pseudo-scientist rushed into the reactor control room. Equipment worked without failure, except for the complete inability to stop its work.

After half an hour of unsuccessful efforts Rodney went to revive Zelenka, and then the high authorities. An hour later, a meeting was held, where people began to discuss their prospects.

“So, what's going on?”

Elizabeth Weir was trying to portray rigor in her voice, but it turned out only to convey the agony of a drunk hangover. Pure alcohol is not the best way affected the health of its consumers. Only McKay could boast of a healthy complexion and a thinking head.

“For unknown reasons, the diameter of the portal is three times larger than the permissible values. The reactor has equipment for closing portals with a diameter of one meter. And that now only a few centimeters does not enough up to three meters. Even if we try to close it, we will only get a complex shape instead of a sphere portal, which will surely detonate, evaporating the entire planet.”

“Can we just turn off the gun and fly out of here?” Colonel Caldwell suggested, with longing recollections of the three-liter jar of cucumber pickle.

“No way.” McKay broke off his dreams. “The gun consuming energy that coming from the reactor. If we stop it, the volume of capacitors will be enough to contain this flow for only thirty seconds. After that, we'll be blown up. The gun works in automatic mode, and we do not have access rights to control it, and I wouldn't try to hack into anything while it's working, because if it stops, we'll only have thirty seconds to fix it.”

“Why did this happen at all?” Major Sheppard asked.

“I don't know.” McKay admitted ruefully.

“We have a God of knowledge here.” Weir said sarcastically. “Can he explain it to us?”

“Without ceremony.” I agreed. "If we simplify the description of the problem to a level that is understandable for limited life forms like you, the problem is that the portal to another world tends to take a spherical shape, the radius of which depends on the parameters of the two connected worlds. It's like the shape of a water drop. Surface tension specifies the maximum diameter of the droplet at which it can maintain stability. If the diameter increases, the energy flows out too quickly, and the diameter decreases. If it becomes less than optimal, it expands the pressure of the energy flow from our side. Now the diameter of the portal changing by one and a half millimeters every two seconds.

“Is there any possible way to close it?” Dr. Zelenka asked.

“There are many variants to close the portal. But you don't have the right equipment. This reactor was not designed for long-term retention of open portals. I think, the problem could be solved by choosing a world where the stable diameter of the portal would be less than a meter. But first you need to close an existing portal.”

“So there's no other way?” Sheppard couldn't believe it.

“You can still overload the reactor, resulting an explosion. Then the portal will collapse due to a sharp jump in energy. But it return of this reactor will destroy the entire planet, and perhaps even the local sun.”

“Looks like you knew it from the beginning...” Sheppard tried to accuse me, but was interrupted by a scream filled with wild horror.

Everyone jumped from their seats and rushed into the corridor, where they found an epic picture. Frightened to death, the technician lay on the floor, and above him towered the figure of a creature in which any educated person would immediately recognize the undead.

“What the hell?” Sheppard exclaimed.

The mummy-skeleton turned his head, looked at us, then again appreciated the taste of the technique, and hobbling headed in our direction, stretching his hands forward. Sheppard's nerves gave way. He ran into room, picked up his machine gun, then came back and shoot whole bullets into the creature. Bullets only scratched undead’s chest, and then it continued walking to us.

“What is it?” Weir asked me.

“Interesting phenomenon.” I said, exploring undead with spells. “It seems, through portal to us pervading magical energy, which caused spontaneous raising of the undead. The basis are the restless spirits of people who create material projections corresponding to their astral images.”

“What do these things want from us?” McKay asked. While my lecture was going, the zombie was coming to us, and we were all the crowd, slowly backing away from it.

“I think they want to kill us, or eat.” I suggested. “But the exact answer to this question we will get only by conducting an experiment.”

"You mean to leave someone to be torn to pieces?" Radek Zelenka correctly understood my message.

“Are there any other options?” I asked skeptically.

The zombie leapt forward. All humans rushed helter-skelter, and Elizabeth Weir in horror, frozen in place. She would jump too, but my invisible paralysis spell bound her hand and foot. The undead jumped up to the chosen victim, hugged her with hands and began... lick. As I expected, this spirit wanted to have sex at least once. It could be read from its emotions.

Sexual-harassment victim’s heart-rending cry returned courage to the minds of some males, and they rushed back to tear off the zealous fan from the only woman within sight. That, of course, did not agree with such a turn of events and started fighting back. Alas, the strength of the virtual body was low, so that a dozen seconds later the zombies were torn to pieces, after which it literally turned to dust and melted into thin air.

“We can fight them.” Major Sheppard concluded.

“You're gonna need this.” I handed him a shotgun in the style of steam-punk, just created from the air. It has a simple spell that destabilized the astral projection, while not causing damage to spirits.

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“What is it?” Soldiers at once began to examine the weapon.

“Shotgun against zombies.” I started an advertising campaign of my products, creating another copy in my hand and showing it to others. “Directional release of energy destroys astral projection. Harmless for people, although the feeling of it not very pleasant.”

From a nearby corridor appeared another zombie, whom I reposed the shot from a shotgun. It ludicrously waved its hands, fell to the floor and melted, like a monster from a computer game.

“And how effective is it?” John Sheppard asked.

I began to distribute the weapon to all present.

“Very effective.” I began to play with words. “It kills zombies with one shot most of the time. The guarantee of destruction is only ten seconds.” I nodded at rising from the floor, a cloud of darkness taking human shape. Undead was immediately sprayed with three shots. “What did you want from the free demo?”