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Entry tags:
Stargate Atlantis/Harry Potter (PG)
Title: Clarke's Law by Isis
Pairing: None
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isiscolo
Author Website: HieroglyFics
Why this must be read:
Clarke's third law states "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." In making the ATA gene, the basis for Atlantean technology also the basis for magic, Isis takes that concept and runs with it, creating a solid universe story that combines the worlds of Harry Potter and Stargate Atlantis. Carson is the perfect focus for the story, his background in genetics supplimented with an awareness of magic, and it is his exploration into how to combine the two forces into something that could be used against the wraith that brings the two worlds together.
"You're fine, Rodney. The personal shield did its job," said Carson Beckett, as he put away his diagnostic scanner. Rodney had been thoroughly checked out by a nurse and a medical technician down in the gate room, of course, but he'd then gone immediately to the infirmary and demanded a complete medical exam from the Chief Surgeon of Atlantis - no surprise there, thought Carson. But he'd indulged him, because he was also Rodney's friend, and he supposed Rodney needed a bit of reassurance after his encounter with the energy-sucking entity. "You're perfectly all right. I'm certain it was the stress, rather than anything the entity did -"
"That made me pass out, yes," said Rodney, quickly.
"So you're free to go. But you might want to be a wee bit more careful with the Ancient technology."
Rodney made a face. "That was the whole point of the gene therapy! Now I can figure out what all these things do, and I don't have to bother you or Major Sheppard." Then he frowned. "Wait, wait. You think it will still work for me? The shield didn't stop because the gene injection wore off, did it?"
"Gene therapy is not really the sort of thing that wears off," said Carson, with a guilty half-smile. "The truth is that I only said it might in order to make you feel better."
"Oh, great. I'm starving to death, and you're only trying to make me feel better."
"Rodney. You're not starving to death now."
"Right. Just suffering the lingering after-effects of being immersed in an energy-sucking alien. I'll be fine." He swung his legs off the examining table. "But you're sure I can still operate the Ancient stuff?"
"Reasonably certain, aye. But you don't have to be so happy about it. It's quite frightening, sometimes - putting your hand on something and not knowing if you're going to accidentally blow up the city."
"Come on, Carson. The Ancient devices are incredible. And making them work, just by touching them?" He smiled, and the expression on his face was the same one he'd had when he'd first shown Carson the personal shield glowing on his chest and proudly told him he'd become invulnerable. "It's fantastic. It's like - it's like magic."
"It is nothing at all like magic!" Carson said indignantly.
"Okay, not magic in the sense that, yeah, this is something real, but, Clarke's Law, right?" Carson's confusion must have shown on his face, because Rodney sighed. "Arthur C. Clarke, science fiction author. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."
Carson shook his head. Ancient technology was nothing in the least like magic, as far as he was concerned. Ancient technology was incomprehensible and unpredictable. Magic, on the other hand - well, he hadn't thought about magic in a long time. But perhaps Rodney had a point. In fact.... As the idea struck him, his eyes grew wide. "You know, it might be, at that."
Crossing the room to the file cabinet by his desk, he pulled out his genetic research notes. "All right, let's see," he muttered to himself, looking for the preliminary work he'd done while developing the gene therapy.
Rodney cleared his throat ostentatiously, and Carson gave him a distracted glance. "You're still here? You're fine, Rodney. Back to the lab with you."
"Right, right," said Rodney, sliding to his feet. "I'd better make sure I can still operate the Ancient technology. Just in case."
Clarke's Law
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:
isiscoloAuthor Website: HieroglyFics
Why this must be read:
Clarke's third law states "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." In making the ATA gene, the basis for Atlantean technology also the basis for magic, Isis takes that concept and runs with it, creating a solid universe story that combines the worlds of Harry Potter and Stargate Atlantis. Carson is the perfect focus for the story, his background in genetics supplimented with an awareness of magic, and it is his exploration into how to combine the two forces into something that could be used against the wraith that brings the two worlds together.
"You're fine, Rodney. The personal shield did its job," said Carson Beckett, as he put away his diagnostic scanner. Rodney had been thoroughly checked out by a nurse and a medical technician down in the gate room, of course, but he'd then gone immediately to the infirmary and demanded a complete medical exam from the Chief Surgeon of Atlantis - no surprise there, thought Carson. But he'd indulged him, because he was also Rodney's friend, and he supposed Rodney needed a bit of reassurance after his encounter with the energy-sucking entity. "You're perfectly all right. I'm certain it was the stress, rather than anything the entity did -"
"That made me pass out, yes," said Rodney, quickly.
"So you're free to go. But you might want to be a wee bit more careful with the Ancient technology."
Rodney made a face. "That was the whole point of the gene therapy! Now I can figure out what all these things do, and I don't have to bother you or Major Sheppard." Then he frowned. "Wait, wait. You think it will still work for me? The shield didn't stop because the gene injection wore off, did it?"
"Gene therapy is not really the sort of thing that wears off," said Carson, with a guilty half-smile. "The truth is that I only said it might in order to make you feel better."
"Oh, great. I'm starving to death, and you're only trying to make me feel better."
"Rodney. You're not starving to death now."
"Right. Just suffering the lingering after-effects of being immersed in an energy-sucking alien. I'll be fine." He swung his legs off the examining table. "But you're sure I can still operate the Ancient stuff?"
"Reasonably certain, aye. But you don't have to be so happy about it. It's quite frightening, sometimes - putting your hand on something and not knowing if you're going to accidentally blow up the city."
"Come on, Carson. The Ancient devices are incredible. And making them work, just by touching them?" He smiled, and the expression on his face was the same one he'd had when he'd first shown Carson the personal shield glowing on his chest and proudly told him he'd become invulnerable. "It's fantastic. It's like - it's like magic."
"It is nothing at all like magic!" Carson said indignantly.
"Okay, not magic in the sense that, yeah, this is something real, but, Clarke's Law, right?" Carson's confusion must have shown on his face, because Rodney sighed. "Arthur C. Clarke, science fiction author. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic."
Carson shook his head. Ancient technology was nothing in the least like magic, as far as he was concerned. Ancient technology was incomprehensible and unpredictable. Magic, on the other hand - well, he hadn't thought about magic in a long time. But perhaps Rodney had a point. In fact.... As the idea struck him, his eyes grew wide. "You know, it might be, at that."
Crossing the room to the file cabinet by his desk, he pulled out his genetic research notes. "All right, let's see," he muttered to himself, looking for the preliminary work he'd done while developing the gene therapy.
Rodney cleared his throat ostentatiously, and Carson gave him a distracted glance. "You're still here? You're fine, Rodney. Back to the lab with you."
"Right, right," said Rodney, sliding to his feet. "I'd better make sure I can still operate the Ancient technology. Just in case."
Clarke's Law