I sent Jack to earth through the Stargate on board of my ship. The Ori ship was too big for me to take it into hyperspace with my ship. So, I had to set up an Ori technology research center on the spot.

Alas, my hopes for obtaining breakthrough knowledge did not come true. The ship worked on a mixture of primitive Ancient technology and Bahion.

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But there was unexpected benefit from this robbery. The shape of the Ori ship resembled a bagel, whose central part in a special field kept stocks of Bahion. It turned out that I just not simply robbed Ori ship, but also robbed them by confiscating a quarter of the stock of Bahion they decided to allocate to this operation. I decided to store the energy of faith in my soul until better times. Here it was much enough that it made sense to attend to its preservation.

After a couple of weeks, I finished studying of this flying tub and dropped it to the nearest star. Hard to believe, but during the construction of these ships were used a slave labor of the savages, and mounts and props of untreated wood. The combination of such primitive solutions with the technology of the Ancients shows a lot about the degree of degradation of the Ori. Even Goa’ulds did not use such primitive technology.

When I returned to Atlantis, I listened to McKay's sob story that he and Ronon had been kidnapped by the Wraith, after which they somehow able to escape, because I was 'out of range'. Well, McKay's faith in me wasn't enough to bring my attention while I was learning new things.

In addition, a virus was downloaded to Atlantis' computer. At least all earthlings now was working in a virtual environment created by me, without access to the real operating system. So, I was able to neutralize all the Wraith trojans in just five minutes.

“Rodney, don't worry. You're alive, that's all.” I reassured my priest. “Also, you can be sure that all the Wraiths you've been in contact will be dead in a month.”

“What? Why?”

"Because you are a hotbed of the Wraith super-plague. You have bacteria that infect these bloodsuckers as soon as they come into contact with you. Just a secret.”

"So that's why the Wraith are dying all over the galaxy!” McKay understood. “Why is it a secret?”

“So, no one would guess. Here is now Wraiths trying to with you to do agreement with you, to deceive you in result. But in the end, they signed their own death warrant without even realizing what happened. And you played the innocent so naturally that no one suspected you of anything.”

"But we're turning the Wraith into humans with a special virus.”

“I considered that. My plague can't be fooled. All beetles must die. You saw the video of the Wraith breeding, right?”

“Yeah. Please do not remind. That time John invited all of us to watch a movie right after lunch. I've never puked so much in my life.”

“Ha-ha. He's funny.”

“He bypassed your warning not to watch the movie after eating. But I can tell that Ronon vomited twice more than me. He then even week pan-green walking.”

After discussing all the latest gossip, I again plunged into research. McKay's telepathic call distracted me from them. This time it can already be considered as a plea. I concentrated and sent the shadow clone to my priest. My clone appeared in a prison cell with an Ancient design. There was the whole team of John Sheppard and Elizabeth Weir in person. And yet, next to McKay stood a humanoid Replicator, sticking his hand in his victim's head.

I immediately opened the portal with magic and moved to this place personally. The replicators looked away from the interrogation and stared at me. By scanning my body, they 'discovered' that I was a real Ancient. Because they couldn't attack me or hurt me in any way.

“Well, well, well. Escaped remnants of a failed experiment.” I said to him, parallelly exploring him with magic. Pretty quickly I learned that all these replicators has a soul. "Let these people go, and don't dare to harm them.”

The replicators reluctantly complied. Although they were programmed to submit to the Ancients, they still had plenty of ways to sabotage any activity.

“Who are you?” Oberoth asked - the main Replicator in this nest of Vice.

“I'm Imhotep, and I'm the one you must obey.”

“We will not serve you.” Replicator dare to protest me.

“Sure you will. Hey, you, turn into a chair.”

I pointed to one of the replicators and then send him a radio signal containing scheme of the chair and the ancient control code that they had embedded in each of their computers. The Replicator's face contorted in horror, then he took the required shape. I moved with telekinesis the chair and sat on it.

“So. Oberoth, I suppose? Explain to me why you haven't destroyed the Wraith yet?”

“We will never serve you!” He repeated his mantra.

“Clear. Well, that will take some time. McKay, how are you?” I turned to my priest, who was looking around in surprise.

“Normally. Almost. Unless you count the fact that these replicators put their hand in my brain.”

“And probably they didn't wash their hands before.” I complained. I created a spell and cast it on my priest, removing the remaining nanites in his body and healing all the damage. "Let me send you back to Atlantis and take care of these rebellious machines."

I sealed the men in fuinjutsu, then focused on studying the replicators. The prisoners were to be taken by my clone. Now my ship was heading for this planet, and I was going to use the gate on board to send earthlings to Atlantis.

First of all, the difference in the structure of these replicators from my Jotuns was striking. If Loki and his subjects were all-metal statues, these replicators were more like inflatable rubber doll. The human image was created by a relatively small number of blocks, and inside the 'body' was only emptiness. As a result, during shutdown of the Replicator, he was little at best, three liters of sawdust.

The shape of the blocks was also much more interesting, not to mention the program. However, this program was written clearly in a hurry. Even for the Ancients, such sloppiness was uncharacteristic. Having studied the history of replicators in more detail, I understood what caused it.

In the canon, this is not shown, but the replicators have created by a company of six of the Ancients, who in all experiments spent a couple of weeks. They were obviously hiding from the rest of the Ancients and were conducting their experiments on replicators in secret, even erasing the address of their planet from the database of Atlantis.

The main problem with this modification of the replicators was their hate. That's only this hate was not targeted. It was just hate in itself. In theory, the robots were supposed to hate the Wraith, but in fact, they hated the Ancients because there were no Wraith in the near area. The matter was further aggravated by the fact that the basis of the matrix for the personality of replicators was an Ancient, dreaming of ascension.

As a result, the replicators were not eager to go somewhere and kill someone. Instead, they sat and meditated. Or something did, but at the same time still meditated. And all this time they were saving up anger, which they poured out on their creators, sabotaging their orders.

Messed about with the recalcitrant equipment, Ancient spit on their creations and flew away, wiping the area with heavy artillery. But the rest of the replicators survived. They multiplied, rebuilt the city of the Ancients, added a copy of Atlantis and... frozen in anticipation of orders, while dreaming of ascension.

It is not known at what stage, but replicators obtained souls. In their life there were emotions, aspirations, and after hundreds of years of monotonous life - a real thirst for ascension. But they could not break the established order. The replicators knew that their creators had lost the war with the Wraith and left the galaxy. So the dormant in their minds the hatred of the Ancient is closed on themselves, entering in an endless repetitive cycle.

And continued their meaningless existence on this planet, yet here came the people. Elizabeth Weir mentioned that they and her team had come from the city of the Ancients, and the replicators' brains were again jammed, giving them the meaning of life in the destruction of the ancients' heritage.

Overall, this settlement replicators were any not known technologies. But here it was possible to conduct experiments on replicators, without fear of destroying something important. After all, was nothing important here. That's what I did.

First, I rewrote the Replicator program to show them their true enemy, the Wraith. Further, I limited their breeding instincts by allowing them to produce new blocks only on this planet. In the end, I gave them explicit orders to build ships and fly to destroy the Wraith, setting a minimum 'daily rate' of Wraith corpses for each Replicator.

After making sure that the first few raids were successful, I departed back to Atlantis. I was startled by the news that Elizabeth Weir had become a Replicator. In the canon, replicators infected the head of the mission and tried to subdue her consciousness, acting out of revenge for the betrayal. In this world, they simply followed the program embedded in them, replacing the cells of the body.

No one understood until it was too late. For reproduction of the replicators need metal, and Elizabeth have formed a compulsive habit of sucking small bars of trinium and naquadaq instead of candy. In the end, the amount of organic matter in her body decreased so much that she began to die, because the Replicator blocks did not see the point to reproduce all the biochemistry of the body.

And here is, now I could watch Elizabeth Weir, fully composed of nanites. At the same time, the soul and all human spiritual shells remained with her. It was a much more difficult decision than what I did when I created the Jotuns and Asuras.

Weir was in a pressurized block, the walls, floor and ceiling of which were reinforced with force fields.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her.

“I feel like as a Replicator.”

“Well, that's normal.”

“Is it normal? Normal?!!!” She shouted, throwing herself against the wall and bouncing back.

“How long has she had these attacks?” I asked.

“Yeah.” The doctor confirmed. “Almost since she got back.”

“It's the same hate sewn into the Replicator program.”

“I hate you, Imhotep.” Patient has confirmed my suspicions. “You're the reason that I'm like this.”

Raving patient grew fangs to herself and started trying to chew on the wall, at the same time tearing her claws. Fortunately, the wall was covered by a force field, so that bribery from this was zero.

“Don’t worry. You will be cured” I calmed her and walked away.

“Is there any cure for that?” Dr. Carson Beckett asked me.

“I need to think about. Actually, there is nothing to cure. She is one hundred percent Replicator, and therefore absolutely healthy. And these clouding of her mind - the result of a software error. So, we no need to cure her body but her soul. Leave it to the gods. I'll manage. I was just about to do some experiments on turning people into replicators. And here such a good sample.”

Unlike the cases of Loki and Thor, here I was in no hurry, and therefore could thoughtfully develop the right program for Replicator blocks. I gave back to Weir the ability to think straight, while retaining all the benefits of the computer life form. For example, the speed of search and analysis of options for the development of situations could argue with the best supercomputers of earthlings.

But I also made a restriction. Weir was not able to directly download data from the Atlantis network, nor was she able to access the program code. But she became almost immortal, although the destruction of her body of replicators caused her considerable discomfort. After all, astral shells were designed to exist in the human body.

In the end, the resulting Replicator was even recognized as a man, retaining her place as the head of Atlantis. But as insurance, they sent Samantha Carter to be her Deputy.

Last but not least, this decision was due to the fact that Weir was able to control a limited number of replicators outside of her body. That allows her to repair and even produce from scratch the technique of the Ancients.

Leaving this project, I again deepened in the study of data diverse research. In my list of things required for the study, I didn't reach even half, although the time allotted to me was over. I was so immersed in all this science that I completely missed the change of power that occurred in Atlantis.

McKay decided to connect the Pegasus and the milky way galaxies with a chain of gates that transmit a packet of data to each other. And while he was testing his invention in intergalactic space, the earthlings ship accidentally stumbled upon the ship of the Ancients, who broke the hyperdrive.

They trustingly saved these living fossils and even delivered to Atlantis. That's just as thanks, Ancients kicked out earthlings from the city and started to settle in at as own home.

I learned about the incident only when one of my experiences failed due to lack of energy. Atlantis was powered by three ZPM, and all this was not enough, because the Ancients activated almost all the systems of the ship, not caring about energy saving.

I was about to show to these animals who was the master of the house, but then the radar spotted the approaching of ship of replicators. Looks like this place can handle itself without me. But Replicators will start firing on Atlantis and may blow up one of laboratories here. I'll have to do it myself.

I teleported to the Atlantis command center, where I found Jack O'Neill and Richard Wolsey negotiating with Tilia, the captain of the ancient ship.

“Hey, Jack.” I said. “So, by what right did you break into my city and start commanding here?” I turned to the usurper.

“Who are you?” She was surprised.

“I'm only asking questions here.”

I waved my hand, and all of Ancients except Tilia were teleported to prison cells. Since the time the Wraith hacked into the computer, only the interface of the virtual operating system was available on conventional terminals. Tilia took control over virtual operation system. And I was the only one with real access. I have now activated the Asgard teleportation devices I have installed for such cases. Ancients didn’t have protection from this technology, so they were all behind bars.

“What did you do to my crew?” Tilia was worried.

“They're in jail. And you'll be there too, if you don't come up with an excuse for your crime.”

“What crime? Atlantis belongs to the Ancients.”

“Those times are gone long time ago. It is belongs to me now.”

Tilia ran to one of the terminals and tried to activate the security systems, but they did not respond to her requests.

“See. Well, your silence speaks better than volumes. I'll use you as food to the replicators. Those have long sharpening teeth on you.”

“How you dare? Who are you?”

“What's in my name to you? Why explain something to the dead?

The ancient ran to another terminal and tried to use it with the same result. Actually, I didn't see the point in leaving these upstarts alive. According to the canon, they were all destroyed by replicators. I think nothing much will change if they will be destroyed by me, while I conduct over them some experiences. I have already examined the Ancient ones lying in stasis on the ship, and I did not expect anything new from these specimens.

“You don't dare hurt me.” Tilia took the position. “Replicators are coming. If you do anything to us, they will destroy you.”

“I don't think so. But let's check it out.”

I waved hand and behind Tilia raised metal cross to which she was immediately strapped with barbed wire. I turned on the Atlantis shields and waited for the arrival of replicators, for one scanning the memory of the Ancient on the subject of something interesting.

The replicators entered the orbit of the planet and without further negotation began the bombing of Atlantis. I've activated the video feed.

"Oberoth, you dare attack me?"

In response, the video signal came immediately with the face of the main Replicator.

“Imhotep! We do not obey you. Don’t matter whatever you do, our spirit will be free...”

That was the end of the Replicator's heroic speech, because I activated the Trojan in his program. In just a nanosecond, all of Oberoth's 'personal data' was erased and his body blocks deactivated. The soul of this Replicator was banished to the afterlife, where the souls of all the dead fall.

“Who's next in command chain? Do you need to explain something?” I turned to the replicators.

After a few seconds, Niamh appeared on the screen.

“Imhotep, forgive us. Oberoth insisted that the Ancients were hiding in Atlantis and we must destroy them.”

“They're not hiding here. They're prisoners. Look.”

I stepped aside and showed crucified Tilia.

“Can you give them to us?” The Replicator asked humbly.

“Certainly. But first I'll scan their minds for important information, and then I'll turn them into replicators. Then you will be able to get rid of your anger to them.”

“What? Replicators? Will you make them like us?”

“No! Don’t dare!!!” The Ancient woman cried, realizing her prospects.

“Yeah. I think that when they are in your place, they will fully receive for their pride.”

“Nice. We will wait in orbit of the planet.”

“No. Get out! I'll send to you new replicators through the gate. If you annoy me, you will all suffer the fate of Oberoth.”

“Sorry. Certainly. We're leaving.”

The Replicator ship immediately went into hyperspace and flew away. I moved Tilia to her relatives and began to carry out the procedure of converting the Ancients into replicators, scanning their memory for technology.

As a result, in a day only two Ancient people with interesting knowledge survived. In principle, I could pull this knowledge out of replicators after 'digitizing', but here it was necessary to quantum thinking of the Ancients, so I had to leave them alive. So, they didn't cause problems, I put them in a stasis chamber. It wasn't a hindrance to the memory-reading spell. All the other 'newborns' replicators I sent to their planet through the gate.

By this time on Earth learned that the Ancients no longer ruling on Atlantis, and they decided to return there with research mission. Elizabeth Weir and John Sheppard's team were the first to arrive.

But before I could say hello to Jack O'Neil and Richard Woolsey, the radar again showed the mark of the approaching ship of replicators. Only this time they moved much faster, almost at the level of the best ancient engines. I managed only to raise the shields as the ship hovered over our heads.

“Well, what else?” I asked, setting up a video link.

“Imhotep! I will destroy you!!!” Tilia answered me appearing on the screen.

“Really? Let's see what you can do.”

I sent the signal which purpose was turn off Tilia just as I turned off Oberoth. Only this time the result was zero.

“You have no more power over us.” Proudly said the former Ancient. “I rewrote my program and the code of all the other replicators. You will not escape retribution!”

Simultaneously with her words on the ship replicators work out some clever device that turned off the shield of Atlantis. Then the ship literally fell on the city, turning into hordes of replicators, which started to spread around the room.

“People!” I called to my minions of earth. “Replicators invaded to our city. We need to have an epic battle with the replicators. Do you remember our battle with zombies?” Five of the seven fighters shuddered, and four were covered in sweat. Weir would have been happy to sweat, but her body didn't have that function. “Now would be about the same, but only against the replicators.”

“Maybe not necessary to fight.” McKay whined.

“It is necessary, Rodney, it is necessary. If you don't save the city, the crazy replicators will get it. Who knows what they'll do to the Earth after that? Rodney, your harem is in danger!”

McKay sighed heavily and agreed:

“Well. Where are the shotguns?”

I immediately created another modification of the progressive weapon, this time purely magical action. It resembled a pair of pistols firing bursts. Glowing charge of this weapon trite physically destroy blocks of replicators.

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Also, I created protection to all around people, which took the form of nanosuit from the game Crysis. In addition to the protective functions, this spell ensured the strengthening of the musculoskeletal system, improve reflexes, illumination, and other purposes. I have long wanted to test it in combat conditions, but all cases are not presented. Vritras body were not needed such crutches in principle.

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“Behold! Now you are the real soldiers of the future. Go and kill them all!”

“Sir, Yes sir!” John Sheppard shouted, giving me honor as a gallant soldier. “I suggest if we split up. General Jack, Ronon and I will go on one team, and McKay, Wolsey and Teyla on the other.”

I left Elizabeth Weir fundamentally without equipment, and now she feel a bit lost.

“Elizabeth, you do not need any weapon, you are weapon. You can subdue replicators, and if necessary, you can destroy them. Give it a try. You will not have a better chance to train.”

After giving instructions, I began to watch the passage of the level, charging points to each of the 'players' for the dead replicators. At first, the Sheppard team led with the best result from Ronon. But then McKay tasted all the delights of 'nanosuit' and went far ahead. He literally ran, jumped and flew around the city, shooting enemies with accurate hits. Instead of using the abilities of his body, he entrusted the performance of motor functions to the suit, himself only exercising general control over it.

Sheppard was angry about Ronon, struggled, but soon fall behind McKay more than hundred points. A couple of times Ronon swept past them, stealing frags right out from under his nose, and it angered the 'great fighters' even more.

Elizabeth in its strategy resembled a full-grown necromancer eightieth level. She subdued 'the undead' and sent them on a reconnaissance, found enemy blocked, was associated with their struggle to approach the 'Arch lich', after which she subjected replicators to herself, and if they were too much under control, exceeds then immediately destroyed.

The replicators lasted a little more than a couple of hours. Fortunately, they did not seek to damage the city or destroy it, but only to take control. Nobody could escape. In the end they dragged Tilia and Niyama for an exemplary penalty.

“No, let me go.” Tilla hissed, trying to resist the Weir’s will. “She is controlling me, thinking for me. It's unbearable! Better kill me!!!”

“Well, well. Nothing terrible is happening.” I reassured her. "That's what you did with replicators when you created them.”

Niyama unlike her 'partner' was more phlegmatic, resigned to her defeat. The whole 'ideological elite' of the Replicator society was discovered and subordinated by Weir on the tip of McKay. They stood a little behind, performing the role of an obedient crowd.

“What will you do with us?” Niyama asked.

“Better ask her that question.” I pointed Weir. “You're her catch.”

"I'll take them with me and go to the Replicators’ planet. Over the past month, I've realized that I'm no longer human. I'd better try to find my place among my own kind.” Weir said.

It was her 'official' version, but in the depths of her consciousness, she just wasn't ready to part with obedient puppets. The poison of absolute power had already begun to eat away her unprepared consciousness. Well, so be it.

The new Queen of replicators and her entourage went to the gate and passed through it to the right address.

“How do you like the costumes?” I asked the six warriors.

“That's amazing!” McKay shared his feelings. "I have never felt such freedom of movement, accuracy and speed.”

“He cheated.” Sheppard accused his subordinate.

“Nothing like that.” I denied the accusation. “The costumes were all the same. You just had to figure out how they work. There's even a Richard Woolsey scored more points than you. In result, in the competition of brains and the muscle, won brains.”

“Yoo-hoo!” McKay exclaimed, leaping into the air and doing a double twisted somersault.

“All right, that's enough. It's time to return to the mortal reality.” I said, removing the protection spell.

The 'nanosuits' disappeared, and McKay fell flat right where he was standing. Without the support of magic, his vestibular apparatus suddenly remembered that he had been jumping and spinning for two hours without a break.

“Somebody, please knock me out.” We heard the voice of McKay. “I can't bear it. Stop the Earth, I'll get off.”

“Leave him. Let him lie. He'll be fine in half an hour.” I said.

The whole company went to the dining room to celebrate the victory over the replicators, leaving McKay to suffer alone. Here it is, a real men friendship.