"I don't know. But I think we'll find Goa'uld traces if the battle site, if the crew hasn't already. They were probably here fighting over this planet."

He didn't know why one actually hid such a valuable possession here. Maybe they were losing. Or maybe they thought they were coming back, or they had won temporarily, and started to convert the tower. Daniel put a hand on the lid. It felt just as cold as Ra's had. A current of energy through it, he always thought it like a pulse and vaguely threatening, but cold like the dead. Even if this thing saved their lives, there was always something disquieting about these things.

"Goa'uld don't use these for the good of the people. They use it for themselves. Maybe they can prolong their lives."

He suffered a sick thought. Sometimes Daniel wished he lacked an imagination, since it wasn't doing him any good right now. To this day, he wasn't sure just what Ra had intended to do with him if he'd actually obeyed his command or Ra had recaptured him. Now Daniel had at least one more idea. "Or a form of torture. You could kill someone, revive them, and kill them again. It wouldn't end."