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Автор Джо Грэм
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Lost and Found…
In the fragile peace following Queen Death’s defeat, Dr. Daniel Jackson arrives in Atlantis to indulge in some real archaeology. Naturally, things don’t go according to plan.
Convinced that an Ascended Elizabeth Weir saved his life, Dr. Rodney McKay argues that she must have escaped her replicator body in order to ascend. No one believes him, but when rumors reach Atlantis of a woman with no memory who calls herself ‘Elizabeth’, Rodney is determined to track her down.
Meanwhile, Daniel’s research uncovers evidence of Vanir activity in the Pegasus galaxy — evidence that casts both light and shadow over the mystery of Elizabeth…
This book is a production of the InterWorld's Bookforge.
Jo Graham, Amy Griswold
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Jo Graham, Amy Griswold
StarGate: Atlantis
Legacy
Unascended
Prologue
There was nothing. It might have been a few hours. It might have been years. She had no sense of time, no sense of self.
Nothing.
Floating in near-absolute zero space, trapped in a non-functioning replicator body, days might have passed. Or eons. There was nothing.
“Elizabeth. ”
There was a voice, and in some dim part of her she knew that. She knew something. There was a voice, and it said her name.
There was no way she could answer. Frozen synapses and circuits could never respond. She could not even think an answer, not in any conventional way. She knew it was not possible.
She knew. Which should not be possible either. Thought should not be possible. Consciousness should not be possible. She should not hear a voice, or even dream that she heard one.
And at that the part of her that was still Elizabeth Weir leaped, a frail flame trembling in determination. “Who are you?”
There was a net, a golden net that twined around her. For a moment she saw it complete, gold strands formed into knots, each one different, each one tied by hand, “You are safe,” the voice said. It sounded like her mother, like a woman’s voice, but that couldn’t be.
“I am dead,” Elizabeth said.
“Not quite,” the voice said. “You cannot die and you cannot live, frozen in a replicator’s body. ”
“Who are you?” she asked, and it felt like her voice strengthened with each word, that her mind strengthened with each thought, herself coming back to her as though her whole being was gathered in by the golden net.
