Rush wiped his broken glasses on his shirt, leaning against the monitor and trying in vain to keep himself awake long enough to translate the primary power readouts that were in Ancient:
After staring at the screen for 5 minutes and absorbing no information, Rush decided that coffee would be more beneficial to his work, setting down the glasses and stomping off towards Destiny's mess hall.
Rush wiped his broken glasses on his shirt, leaning against the monitor and trying in vain to keep himself awake long enough to translate the primary power readouts that were in Ancient:
After staring at the screen for 5 minutes and absorbing no information, Rush decided that coffee would be more beneficial to his work, setting down the glasses and stomping off towards Destiny's mess hall.
While passing by the entrance to the gateroom something out of place caught his eye; double taking revealed a blue police telephone booth occupying a corner of the room that was previously empty. Rush blinked, but the box did not dissipate from his vision. Cautiously stepping across the room towards the box, he could feel something emanating from it, its neon blue windows almost staring back at Rush, daring him closer... he reached out his hand to touch it, to see the wonders of the universe, and everything in between...
"Rush, what are you doing?"
Rush turned to see Col. Young standing in the same room, staring back at him with a look of confusion.
