Stargate Universe

This is what Destiny intended from the moment it entered the system.

We are going to survive. We are going to make it home.

The ship came here for a reason.

This ship is powered by the stars themselves.

He and young are bumping heads.

Not sure which camp is the better choice.

We pretend nothing happened.

We need to be ready for the next encounter.

For the sake of the crew.

For the sake of the crew.

- I want to see the alien ship. - Were you just trying to distract me?

So I wouldn't notice what Rush was doing?

I knew it was coming, but I didn't know when.

Navigation, propulsion and many others have been locked out by a master code,

which we have had no luck in breaking.

This ancient device is pretty much a death sentence.

I'm not stopping you, Rush.

Go, sit, be my guest.

Have you seen my glasses?

Bread box.

You're up early.

- Am I? - I thought you'd sleep in.

I've got things to do.

4:00?

What?

Dr. Browning.

Oh, that's today, right.

Listen...

I won't be able to make it today.

- Nicholas... - Nothing to worry about.

Who can tell me the significance of Shor's algorithm?

It's a quantum algorithm

used for integer factorization.

It's important because it can, in theory,

be used to break the widely used public-key cryptography scheme

known as RSA.

RSA is based on the assumption

that factoring large numbers

is computationally infeasible.

This assumption is valid for classical computers.

No classical algorithm is known

that can factor in polynomial time.

Professor Rush?

Very good.

- What are you doing here? - Sorry, not now.

Weren't you taking Gloria to the oncologist today?

- She wanted to go by herself. - Doesn't sound like her.

- Are you sure she really meant it? - Oh, yes, quite sure.

I thought you'd be worried sick.

I am. Very concerned.

It's back.

I had a feeling.

You did? You never said so.

I can't go through this again. I can't.

Nick, are you there?

Are you coming home?

Yes, soon, soon.

- Hi, I'm Dr. Daniel Jackson. - So you are.

Your office told me that you hadn't come in for the day.

I don't have time for this.

You're going to want to hear that. Is there some place we could talk?

You're going to tell me about the Stargate program.

Your current dilemma...

How to unlock the Stargate's ninth and final chevron.

Specifically,

how much energy will be required.

How do you know? Those details are classified.

The project hasn't even been named yet, has it?

How about "Icarus"?

I know because it's already happened...

And you're just a figment of my imagination.

Reliving all of this is just a necessary evil,

an unfortunate side effect to a process I can't control,

and it keeps getting in the bloody way of what I need to do.

You,

the University, the clouds in the sky,

all just a dream,

a distant memory,

and one I'd really rather went away.

What the hell's going on?

His pulse is strong. BP's elevated, but not dramatically.

He didn't want to involve anyone else.

I am in command of this ship, and that means

you don't do anything without involving me.

Do you understand?

What is all this?

We modified the interface.

We hope it'll allow us to use the chair without causing damage to the subject...

And?

Rush is the first subject.

- Let's wake him up. - I can't.

Severing the connection is dangerous. He has to do it himself.

Without me, Rush still would've done it.

Even after what happened to Franklin?

This is the only way to unlock control of the ship.

The code has to be in the databank.

Let's forget about Rush for a second. If he wants to kill himself, so be it.

How do you know this modification you've made is not going to backfire

put the whole ship in jeopardy?

I don't.

How does this new interface work?

We created a buffer to slow down the transfer of information.

We also limited the connection

to a narrow range of the subject's subconscious.

That should protect the vast majority of his brain.

In a worst case, we hope only the memories we targeted could be lost.

If it works, the data stored in the ship's computer

should be made available to Rush through a dream.

A dream?

A semi-lucid one.

Sort of a stimulated recall of the memories in question.

How does he wake up?

There's a built-in trigger.

It should appear to him as a distinctive door.

He just has to open it and walk through.

He seems stable for now.

Okay, let's say this is working.

Do you have any feedback? Do you know what Rush is doing?

Anything goes wrong, I'm pulling the plug.

Get on a plane. Go.

I don't want to go alone.

- I'll go with you. - Thank you.

The truth is, as much as I'd like to...

I don't think I have the strength.

My god, Nick...

Don't worry. I haven't lost my mind, not yet, anyway,

but as you can see, I am rather busy.

Ignoring it isn't helping anyone.

Burying yourself in work this way.

- She needs you... - Thank you for your concern.

But I really cannot deal with any distractions at the moment...

Is that what your dying wife is to you?

No, of course not.

She wants to go home.

One last time. You should take her.

I know you mean well,

I really do.

But I can't go anywhere.

Not now.

Are we okay?

Sure.

Why not?

You chose to sit here by yourself instead of with me.

You looked busy.

I need to know that we're going to be okay.

I know you think that I betrayed you, and I'm sorry.

I never meant to hurt you.

It will never happen again.

Your friendship means too much to me.

Never a dull moment.

Shall we see where we are now?

- What do we got? - Take a look.

- Are those buildings? - Were.

They look like ruins.

It's the first sign of civilization on a planet.

- Human? - No signs of any life.

We should go check it out.

Six hours.

You guys gear up.

- I'd like to go. - Me too.

Chloe has been studying all of Dr. Jackson's work.

Really?

- You have? - Say something archeological.

Stratification.

- That's good. - Thank you.

Plus, didn't you say you took ancient history?

- I did. - At Harvard.

I don't see how that helps us billions of light-years from earth, but I get it.

I'm pretty sure we've established this ship is no safer than any planet.

Kidnapped by aliens, right here.

I don't have a problem with you going.

I never said I did.

Just be careful.

Every code that's ever been cracked,

every cipher in the last two millennia

has been based on those that came before them.

This code, however, is so old there may be no known predecessor.

A proto-encryption?

Exactly.

How do we attack it with no basis, then?

None of you?

Nothing?

None of you see any pattern in this?

So, what good are you lot, then?

- Why are you here? - I've never even seen those symbols...

Yes, you have!

You have, because I have, and you are all me!

Get out! All of you just get out!

It's not their fault.

I know.

I'm the one who can't solve it.

Despite the fact it's right in front of me.

Have you given any thought to what we talked about?

- I'm going to fail at that, too. - I'm sorry?

Solving the issues of dialing the ninth chevron.

I'll devote two and a half years of my life to that.

Meanwhile, my wife...

is going to spend her dying days alone

while I'm off, out, trying to solve that little problem...

And then some kid,