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7,549.

Oh, please. Prime. 4,021.

Nice try. Not prime.

Lieutenant Ford, 599.

- I don't care if it's a prime number or not.
- Yes or no?

- No.
- It's incredible. 10 for 10.

- He is terrible.
- I suck at Prime, Not Prime.

- Somehow I'm gonna sleep tonight.
- It's gone way beyond prime numbers.

It's a true/false game. Just by guessing,
you should get at least half right.

993.

- Prime.
- That's an easy one.

- You hearing this, Hays?
- Not really. Too busy doing my job.

We've been through this section of
Atlantis, Dr. Killjoy. It's structurally sound.

Lieutenant Ford,
would you mind being a subject

of research paper
on statistical improbabilities?

This is payback for guys like me beating
up guys like you in high school, right?

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What's it like
out in the suburbs?

With the exception
of the storage room,

which the lovely Dumais informs me
is in no immediate danger,

it appears in relatively good shape.

- Even after all the flooding?
- It's dark, damp and smells terrible.

But from an engineering standpoint,
we're good.

- Head back.
- Heading back.

All right, you clowns. I don't often get
a chance to say this, so savour it.

Good work, boys and girls. Let's go home.

Wait, wait, wait.
We're missing Johnson and Wagner.

Wagner, Johnson, what's your position?

We need backup! They're coming at us!

- What?
- Where are they?

- Down this corridor.
- We're on our way!

Johnson. Johnson, you OK?

McKay. He's dead.

- Johnson, what happened here?
- They got him.

Who got him?

Calm down. There's nothing here.

- Can't you see them? They're everywhere!
- I need a medical team here stat!

Ah! Aagh!

It's no use. She's gone.

This is Dr. Beckett.
What is the nature of the emergency?

It's too late. They're gone.

- Who's gone? How?
- Wagner and Johnson.

- I need a containment team.
- I'm sorry?

- A containment team? Why?
- People don't see things and drop dead.

We've been surveying unexplored areas.
I think they were exposed to something.

If they were infected, there's
a very good chance that we were too.

- I recommend level-four quarantine.
- Agreed. Carson, you hear all that?

We'll get into our hazmat gear
and head down. Sit tight.

- I'll make sure Dr. Weir's briefed.
- Thank you.

You heard the man. Follow me.

We're just gonna stay here?

- That's the plan.
- May I say it's a terrible one?

- No, you may not.
- We should get the hell outta here.

If it is airborne, we may be infected.

Heading back would only endanger
the rest of the population.

- What if we're not?
- There's no way to know.

- But I feel perfectly fine!
- End of discussion.

Peterson, we're staying here.

Actually, wait a second.

Everyone follow me.

They've begun to institute
a level-four quarantine.

It can't really be
a biological infection, can it?

I have no idea what it is.

But we should play it safe and initiate
self-regulated quarantine in the city.

- That's pretty severe.
- The Ancients suffered from a plague.

If McKay's team have stumbled upon it
and become infected,

we need to take every precaution
to prevent an outbreak.

We will suspend any and all gate activity
and keep everyone where they are,

just until we have a clearer picture of
exactly what killed Wagner and Johnson.

Agh!

- You have not been practising.
- Yes, I have.

- If this was really a fight...
- I would have shot you by now.

No matter how many hours I put into this,
you're still gonna kick my ass.

It is not for the winning that we practise.

What's the point?

May I have everyone's attention?

We have run into
a questionable medical situation.

At Dr. Beckett's suggestion,

we have decided to put the city
into a self-regulated quarantine.

For at least the next couple of hours,
I need everyone to stay where they are

and report anyone
moving freely through the halls.

I hope you'll understand. Thank you.

What the hell is this?

Did you bring your radio?

This is the section
Wagner and Johnson explored?

- Yes.
- So we're retracing their steps?

My motivations are based
on self-preservation.

Wait, wait. Ford's right. Doesn't this
increase our chances of getting infected?

Let me spell this out for you, OK?

If there is a bacterial agent
and it is not airborne,

it should be safe for us to look around
as long as we take precautions.

However, if it is an airborne agent,

there's a good chance
we've already been infected.

Shouldn't we wait for Dr. Beckett?

Those men were only there
for 12 hours.

That's an alarmingly short
incubation period.

If anyone else is infected, as in maybe us,

seconds are gonna count, Lieutenant.

All right, light. Let's go.

Everybody stay here. Ford.

- You just told...
- Everybody except Ford.

You think I'm going in there by myself?
Uh-uh.

Don't touch anything.

This is not good.

- I'm ranking military officer here.
- I'm aware of that.

You were off radio
and we had to act quickly.

This is all protocol put into place
long before this expedition even began.

Bates and I agreed
this was the best plan of action.

All right. Teyla and I
are coming up to join you.

We are in quarantine.
Everyone stays where they are.

We're nearly a mile away on the east pier.

Do you really think I'm in any danger
walking to the control room?

We don't know
where they contracted the virus.

This is a medical situation.

Only authorised personnel
in hazmat suits roam freely.

Those rules apply to everyone,
including you.

Well, then, get someone
to bring me a hazmat suit.

Everyone in hazmat is configuring
the lab to deal with a possible outbreak.

If an opportunity arises,
I will send someone to come get you.

In the meantime,
radio contact will have to do.

All right. Just... keep us in the loop.

Will do.

Any of these open containers could have
released the virus that killed them.

How would it survive for all these years?

Viruses can remain dormant
for long periods.

I'm hoping the answer
will be found in the database.

- OK, I think that...
- Yes, yes, yes.

It's not networked in
with the rest of the Ancient systems.

It only contains information about the
experiments that took place in this room.

- Weir, it's McKay.
- Go ahead, Rodney.

- Where's Beckett?
- It takes time to load a team into suits.

We've stumbled across
something... a little troubling.

That's not what I wanted to hear.

We may have found an Ancient viral lab

where Wagner and Johnson
were exposed.

There's no way of knowing whether the
Ancients were just studying the viruses

or actively creating them.

The storm's done quite a number
on this place and I've got...

Dumais. Dumais?

- Dumais!
- What the hell are you?

Dumais! Dumais!

Tell Beckett to pick up the pace!
I've just lost another member of my team.

- Where's Peterson?
- What?

Peterson!

I think we have him.
He's trying to make his way back.

Grodin is locking all the doors in the
hallway and killing power to the section.

You need to send someone to stop him.

- It's under control.
- No, it's not under control.

He knows as much
about Ancient technology as I do.

At the very most, what you're doing
will just slow him down.

- Where does that hallway lead?
- Straight here.

Peterson, this is Elizabeth Weir.
Can you hear me?

I can't imagine how frightening
this whole ordeal must be,

but Dr. Beckett has reached the rest
of your team and begun to treat them.

I think the best thing for you to do
is to head back.

If Beckett gives you a clean bill of health,
you can get back to the city.

- Are you sure he can hear me?
- Positive.

Can you do anything to make it harder
to get through those doors?

I can try.

- You seem perfectly fine.
- Dumais seemed fine, until she wasn't.

I've had them set up a small field station.

- We've started the autopsies.
- Any ideas?

- You're all in good shape.
- Stop trying to convince me I'm fine.

I think we all know better.
Are we done here?

- Yes.
- I'll see what I can get from the database.

Let me know what the autopsy shows up.

Oh, and tell your pathologist
to start with their heads.

- Someone has to do something.
- We are doing something.

- Grodin's working...
- Not good enough.

Someone has to go out there
and stop him. Teyla and I are ready.

Peterson isn't thinking straight and
he's endangering the entire population.

We don't yet know the nature of the virus.
This is still a medical situation.

- We don't have time. I'm heading out.
- Seal the gym.

- What the hell is this?
- You are the ranking military officer.

- I can't chance you getting infected.
- I can't chance you getting infected. Bates.

- Yes, sir?
- Unlock the gym.

- Yes, sir.
- Stand down, Bates.

- You are not in command here, Major.
- We'll agree to disagree.

Bates, open the door.

- Don't.
- He's heading right for you.

So we'll stop him.
We'll talk him down, block his way.

Bates, I am ordering you to open the doors
between the gym and the med lab now.

We're heading out.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

It doesn't really matter now, does it?

Dr. Beckett, I have the preliminary
autopsy results on the first two victims, sir.

- Anything of interest?
- They both died of a brain aneurysm.

In itself, it isn't all that remarkable.

The chances of two people next to each
other dying of it is statistically improbable,

but it's not the smoking gun
we were hoping for.

- You said...
- Get to the good part, Dr. Biro.

What is truly interesting is both ruptures
happened in exactly the same place,

right above the visual cortex.

And the third one - Dumais?

Just getting to her now, sir.
I'll let you know.

- She did say brain aneurysm?
- That's right.

Best news I've heard all day.
Let me show you something.

You should not have undermined
Dr. Weir's authority in front of Bates.

Sometimes Elizabeth makes a decision
and gets locked into it. That's a problem.

She is not the only one
who suffers from that affliction.

Dr. Weir, this is Sheppard.
Teyla and I are ready to head out.

What's Peterson's location?

Elizabeth.

He's in section E19, level three.

Let's go.

I haven't read the entire entry,
but it looks like our guy.

Six-hour hibernation, reoccurring visions,
and best of all, so I left it till last,

brain haemorrhage or aneurysm.

That definitely sounds familiar.

Maybe there's something here
about how to...

No!

Sorry.

Rodney?

I've been seeing things.

Since when?

About an hour. First, you think
it's just your eyes playing tricks...

They get worse.

You too?

They come right at you.

- It's like a ghost.
- I've been over the survey schedule.

Johnson and Wagner
started off on their own

but crossed paths with Dumais
an hour later.

Dumais died almost exactly
an hour after Johnson and Wagner.

- Who did they meet up with next?
- My greater concern is who Dumais met.

Dumais? Who'd she run into?

Me.

She ran into Hays and me.

We're next.

- Dr. Peterson, I presume.
- I'm not going back there.

You don't have much of a choice.

Easy.

I go back there,
I get infected, that's murder.

Once we ensure you are not infected,
you can go back into the city.

Until then, you are a threat
to the rest of the population.

- You won't shoot one of your own team.
- You will not be allowed back to the city.

Just wait a second!
Take me back to the med lab.

Quarantine me there. I'll go voluntarily.

Just please don't make me go back there.

Really, I'm fine. I feel perfectly fine.

Dr. Weir, this is Sheppard. Peterson
has agreed to go back to the med lab

until we can get this situation resolved.

Stop!

Oh, my God. Is he all right?

He's been shot.

- What's going on?
- Ancient controls are unresponsive.

Peterson transported into the mess hall.

- For some reason we can't follow him.
- The city has put us into a lockdown.

- Override it.
- I can't.

Atlantis must be designed
to respond to outbreaks.

It locked down when Peterson
transported out of the east side.

Why not when Johnson and Wagner
were infected?

The detection systems might have been
affected by the flooding in those areas.

Once Peterson entered the mess hall,
the pathogen was instantly detected

and the city protected itself.

- What are my options?
- Limited.

As of now, we're completely
locked out of the mainframe.

I am about to die of a brain aneurysm.
How does a heart monitor help?

If you die, we'll have a better idea of how.

- At that point, I will cease to care.
- A lot of other people live in the city.

Yes, the living.

I thought we were in a lockdown.
Why did that open up for us?

Weir, this is Sheppard. Are you able
to get the transporters online?

Doesn't look promising. Atlantis itself
seems to have sensed a threat

and taken over most of the controls.

- So it's shut down the transporters?
- That's right.

- I wish we would have thought of that.
- We did think of that, Major!

That entire section had to be powered up
to open the door to Peterson.

If you hadn't gone after him, he wouldn't
have been able to use the transporters.

Do you still feel it was a good idea?

- Where'd he transport to?
- The mess hall.

Everyone else respected the quarantine.
There were only a few people.

- You made your point.
- Make your way back to the city.

Wait in Beckett's lab
for further instructions.

- Dr. Beckett.
- Any progress, Dr. Biro?

Just finished Dumais' autopsy. Would it
surprise you to learn it was an aneurysm?

- No, it wouldn't. Thank you.
- Didn't think so.

The position of the rupture
could explain the visions.

Swelling in that area
could account for the hallucinations.

I'm no MD, but wouldn't brain swelling

just mean that we experience
weird visual anomalies?

- It would depend on the person.
- Our visions are so similar.

Wouldn't the visions we experience
be more random?

- Most likely.
- The things we're seeing are identical.

You think it might have something...

No! No!

Hays, remember, it's not real!

No! No!

They're coming right at us!
Can't you see them?

His heart might resynchronise.

- He's not fine! Do something!
- There's nothing to do.

One, two, three, four, five.

- One, two, three, four, five.
- Stop.

It's not his heart. Just... stop.

How are you feeling?

I'm...

I'm...

I have a sister. We're not close.
I don't even know how you'd find her...

- Don't talk like that.
- She's the only family I have.

Someone should tell her what happened.

And make it sound good, OK?

Tell her I... I died saving someone.

Kids. I died saving kids, a bunch of them.

I've got some theories on looping the
power in the gate to charge a dummy ZPM.

It probably won't work,
but you should have someone look at it.

- We'll look at it together.
- Stop interrupting my last thoughts.

This is important stuff you need to hear.

Now, if you're here for more than a year,

I've left some notes on how to roll
blackouts to maintain your power.

And, oh, tell everyone that I was inches
away from a theory of unification,

but the notes, they were lost
when I died saving the...

- Kids.
- Yeah.

OK.

I should be dead now.

- You ran into Dumais at the same time?
- Exactly.

Then, yes, you should be dead.

Oh, God.

- I'm still here.
- Yes, you are.

- Interesting.
- Interesting?

- Don't take this the wrong way, but...
- Why?

Exactly.

I don't care.

I mean, I really don't care.

- Dr. Weir.
- Yes, Major?

We've reached the city,
but we haven't hit the quarantine.

- You sure it's locked you out?
- I can't get into my office.

It hasn't given us any trouble yet.

- Hazmat suits. They're protected.
- What?

The city must sense
they're in no danger of infection.

It makes sense. Atlantis allows protected
personnel to assist the infected.

We should make our way to the mess hall.
Everyone will be scared and confused.

I agree. Get to the mess hall
and report back.

Are you certain you wanna see this?

How could something organic
be that efficient?

Just because it's out of the ordinary for us
doesn't mean it's not commonplace here.

I don't buy that.
Most habitable planets we've encountered

are carbon copies of Earth
in terms of environmental conditions.

- Unless...
- I'll be back. What's up, Rodney?

Incubation to completion
is exactly six hours,

the visions are identical,

and the location of the aneurysm
is the same for every single deceased.

- Is that what I think it is?
- It's a nanovirus.

One manufactured to kill humans.

- A nanovirus?
- That's right.

Let's pretend I don't know
exactly what that is.

Nanotechnology, it's technology
that operates on a nanite scale.

- Around a billionth of a millimetre.
- They're microscopic machines.

They carry out very specific tasks.

The idea of swallowing a pill and having
a million robots cure whatever ails you.

You're all infected
with microscopic machines?

No bigger than a single-cell organism,

although instead of having
a purpose of curing a disease...

The virus terrorises its victims

by tapping into their visual cortex
and rupturing an artery in their brain.

- Infecting others along the way.
- But I doubt they can multiply.

I don't know how many
it takes to kill a human,

but eventually I imagine
they'll spread themselves too thin.

- Could it be Wraith?
- That would definitely be my first guess.

- I'm not so sure about that.
- But the visions, the shrill sound...

They're terrifying, but why would the
Wraith create the equivalent of a WMD?

They're killing us
not because they want us dead

but because they need us for food.

It would be like cattle farmers
creating mad cow disease.

You did come across it in an Ancient lab.

Wiping out the Wraith's food supply
is a last-ditch consideration?

The Ancients would never create
something like this.

- It doesn't explain the visions, either.
- Who built it is the least of our concerns.

Good point.

We have yet to determine
how one contracts it.

It is very possible
that none of you have been infected.

- Then why are you in hazmat suits?
- Just as a precaution.

- Major Sheppard. This is McKay.
- What is it?

I could use your help at my lab.

Go. I will be fine.

There's only one thing
that explains why I survived.

Rodney has the Ancient gene.
Hays did not.

- But Rodney's not an Ancient.
- But he's been inoculated with the gene.

You're saying the virus
is designed to only kill humans?

- Well, I'm human.
- Yes, we're making a point, Rodney.

- Give everyone the gene therapy.
- It's not gonna do it.

- I've been given the gene. It didn't take.
- I'm already on it.

The gene therapy is only effective
in 48% of recipients.

If I was given the gene shot,
how long would it take to kick in?

- A minimum of four hours.
- I don't have four hours.

I met McKay and Hays 90 minutes
after they met Dumais.

I have a little under an hour
before my brain explodes.

Aiden, listen to me.
You've been up for almost 20 hours now.

- You're not thinking straight. Stay calm.
- Calm?

I have a million tiny robots in my veins
whose only purpose is to kill me!

- You stay calm.
- We are about to have hallucinations.

We are infected, Carson.
How do you expect us to act?

- There's gotta be another way.
- I am working on it.

- McKay, I'm here.
- You see it?

- The big thing in the middle of the room?
- That's the one.

Should I pay attention
to all these warnings?

Not today, no.

What are you gonna do?

The virus is effectively a machine
run by a computer.

The best way to knock out a computer
is with an electromagnetic pulse.

We're through shutting down
the electronic gear from Earth.

We're still locked out
of the Ancient controls, though.

The Ancient technology
works differently than ours.

An EM pulse shouldn't have
any long-lasting effect.

We're ready.

We're all set, Rodney.

OK. Here we go.

Wait! How are we gonna know if it works?

Sheppard's dialling up the most powerful
pulse the generator can manage.

It should affect most of the central tower.

Once it wipes out the virus,
the city should end the lockdown.

- It won't make it here?
- If the pulse works,

we'll walk you to my lab, sit you in front
of the EMP and repeat the process.

- Major.
- It's working.

- When should I hit the discharge button?
- There should be a red overload light.

- I see it.
- Wait till it comes on,

give it a ten count and then discharge.

- Ten count?
- Don't worry.

I've been around more EMPs than anyone.

This is gonna be...
I'm gonna be fine, right?

Yes. That's a yes. You'll be fine.

- Anything?
- Is it possible it might take time?

Doubtful.

Are you still locked out
of the Ancient mainframe?

Got any other ideas?

29 minutes.

It didn't work! It didn't work!

- It's still unclear.
- What? Either it worked or it didn't!

- They're trying to determine...
- They're... They're everywhere.

You are experiencing a hallucination.

Oh, my God.

- I've already tried that. It's blown.
- Before we reset the sub-switch.

Maybe we shouldn't have overloaded it.

It's fixable. We just need
to use trial and error.

Even if we get it working, who's to say
the pulse is gonna get bigger?

Ford and Zelenka have 20 minutes
before their arteries rupture.

Are you sure an EMP will kill this thing?

- Yes.
- All right. I have an idea.

- What do you mean, no?
- It's too dangerous.

You'd rather lose a third of our population?

- We're not there yet, Major.
- We are there!

Ford and Zelenka are next. The people in
the mess hall have a little over three hours.

People are gonna keep dying
unless we do this.

Even if we get the EMP generator online,

the chances are slim
we would ever get it powerful enough.

Can we bring the infected
to the generator?

The city won't let
infected personnel through.

The major is right. The only way to create
an EMP strong enough is to...

To detonate a nuclear explosion
in the atmosphere. I heard.

It sounds severe,

but if the major was able to overload
a generator 20 miles above the city,

we'd be safe
from a radiological standpoint,

and the blast would create a devastating
electromagnetic shock wave,

enough to knock this virus out.

Hopefully without destroying
our computer equipment.

It's worth the risk.

OK. You have a go.

- I'm almost in position.
- Understood.

Will the EM pulse have any effect
on the puddle jumper?

I'm hoping not.
I'm more worried about the shock wave.

- Good luck.
- You too.

You'll only have 30 seconds once
you release it. Get as far away as you can.

Get as far away from
the nuclear explosion as possible.

- That's good advice. Thanks.
- You're welcome.

I'm releasing the generator...

...now!

Detonation in 25 seconds.

20 seconds.

15 seconds.

Detonation in ten, nine,

eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two,

one.

Major Sheppard, come in.
This is Weir. Please respond.

Communications may have been
disrupted by the blast.

Major, do you read me?

This is Sheppard.
I've cleared the blast. I'm returning home.

- Glad to hear it, Major.
- Did it work?

We're about to find out.

We should know almost right away. The
pulse only lasts a couple of microseconds.

The city's already ahead of us, Rodney.
You have a green light to return.

Are you OK?

Yeah, just a little nuke. Nothing, really.

The naqahdah generator plan
was very clever. Good work.

Thank you. Now I'm going to bed.

We need to discuss what happened earlier.

Now?

That can never happen again.

Look, I'm sorry about...

You're expertised in military matters,

and I should defer to those expertised
in such situations.

Thank you.

But you are not the one who decides
what is and what is not a military situation.

General O'Neill and Colonel Sumner
warned me

that you don't respect
the proper chain of command.

- Sometimes I see a situation different...
- No, listen to me.

You endangered yourself
and the lives of many others.

Because I thought it was
the best course of action to take.

- And, by the way, I saved your ass.
- I know you did.

But you have to trust me.

- I do.
- Do you?

You have a minute? We've spent some
quality time with the nanovirus samples.

- They've all been incapacitated.
- Well, that's good news.

Yes. Also I think we can rule out
that they were created by the Wraith.

They're different than
any Wraith technology.

If not the Wraith... then who made 'em?

I honestly don't know,

but whoever they were,
let's hope they're not still around.

Let's hope.

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