"Maybe." Or maybe they were stored elsewhere or they used something else. Expecting an alien culture to follow the same development in tools back on Earth was asking a bit much.
Howard had a point. It wasn't going to make a difference if you looked at it that way: the entire place was going down in less than two days, but there was that slim, slim chance that it might not. Maybe the meteors might impact other parts of the site, or graze the tower, or really, who could predict for sure? Daniel had to admit it, he was reaching. This place was too beautiful, too much of an archaeological treasure trove to be wiped out in an instant, but he hadn't exactly come up with a way to single-handedly stop a natural disaster since he spoke to Sofia.
"Yes, well, I'm not going to be responsible for bringing the place down earlier. And neither are you," Daniel added quickly. He watched Howard, hoping he wasn't going to put it in his mouth. Maybe it was edible back home, but those were some very important keywords: back and home. Daniel relaxed when Howard wiped his finger off instead. "Let's not risk poisoning while we're at it."
Daniel watched in quiet approval as Howard took it upon himself to make rubbings of the carvings without being prompted. If anything, he was an intuitive learner and a quick study, something that in his mind, was more valuable in the field than memorizing an entire library's worth of books, although it was on the tip of his tongue to correct his grammar: 'don't see any mechanisms', not 'don't see no', but Daniel let it drop after a second. It took a visible effort. He looked like he was about to reconsider it when Howard tagged the writing as "wingdings".
"I can read hieroglyphics, but these aren't quite what I'm used to."
He could start looking for repeated symbols, maybe find a pattern, but unless they found the equivalent of a Rosetta Stone lying around (extremely doubtful) or a natural speaker (even more doubtful), it was gonna be tough. Maybe impossible under this time limit. Daniel touched the writing, letting his fingers read each edge and curve. They did look like they escalated. It went right to left like Arabic. A cluster of spirals, and then near the next pipe, the same cluster but tripled, and then at the next pipe, tripled again.
Re: Daniel Jackson || Sub Temple B
Howard had a point. It wasn't going to make a difference if you looked at it that way: the entire place was going down in less than two days, but there was that slim, slim chance that it might not. Maybe the meteors might impact other parts of the site, or graze the tower, or really, who could predict for sure? Daniel had to admit it, he was reaching. This place was too beautiful, too much of an archaeological treasure trove to be wiped out in an instant, but he hadn't exactly come up with a way to single-handedly stop a natural disaster since he spoke to Sofia.
"Yes, well, I'm not going to be responsible for bringing the place down earlier. And neither are you," Daniel added quickly. He watched Howard, hoping he wasn't going to put it in his mouth. Maybe it was edible back home, but those were some very important keywords: back and home. Daniel relaxed when Howard wiped his finger off instead. "Let's not risk poisoning while we're at it."
Daniel watched in quiet approval as Howard took it upon himself to make rubbings of the carvings without being prompted. If anything, he was an intuitive learner and a quick study, something that in his mind, was more valuable in the field than memorizing an entire library's worth of books, although it was on the tip of his tongue to correct his grammar: 'don't see any mechanisms', not 'don't see no', but Daniel let it drop after a second. It took a visible effort. He looked like he was about to reconsider it when Howard tagged the writing as "wingdings".
"I can read hieroglyphics, but these aren't quite what I'm used to."
He could start looking for repeated symbols, maybe find a pattern, but unless they found the equivalent of a Rosetta Stone lying around (extremely doubtful) or a natural speaker (even more doubtful), it was gonna be tough. Maybe impossible under this time limit. Daniel touched the writing, letting his fingers read each edge and curve. They did look like they escalated. It went right to left like Arabic. A cluster of spirals, and then near the next pipe, the same cluster but tripled, and then at the next pipe, tripled again.