The Doctor. His host's memory had no other details about anything behind the name, only flashes of memory. Daniel tried to stop the information, any of it, from getting to the System Lord, but it was out the moment either of them thought it. The Doctor was likely lying. An alias. Sobek dismissed the fact. His real name wasn't important, no more than his host's. What was interesting was the abilities that the Doctor's clone had displayed. The Doctor had admitted to his host that he was not human, but other than the disregard for his life at this time, nothing about him looked different. Either the Doctor was lying or his host created a false memory, which wasn't possible. There was no where he could run.
Possible telepathic abilities. It wasn't something he encountered in most slaves.
Sobek's finger resumed their slow, methodical drum on the arm of his throne. Metal against metal and stone, clicking like scales. " The vessel's name is meaningless. He is no more. His life has finally been given meaning."
Humans were meaningless, cattle, in dire need of direction to bring meaning to their pitiful existence. As a species, Tau’ri were so pathetic, so weak, that if they didn't conquer them, someone else would have. It was just a matter of time. And as vessels went, they were infinitely preferable to the First Ones. Weaker, lacking the exoskeleton, but more attractive. A superior exterior to reflect the divinity within.
It didn't take much digging for Daniel to uncover whether Sobek was lying. When he did, Daniel jerked back. Some twisted part of the Goa'uld did believe he were doing these humans a favor. It wasn't out of some newly found generosity: Goa'uld weren't known for that trait and Sobek wasn't any different. There wasn't an ounce of actual compassion in his body. But thousands of years spent amongst humans who worshiped him, looked to him for guidance, punishment and reward for their behavior had influenced him into thinking that he was a benevolent god. For a being who didn't actually understand what the concept actually was, it was dangerous. Sobek relished the blind adoration. He was addicted to the thrill of conquest and the luxury being a God afforded him, just like all of his kind, but there was a feeling of a greater purpose underlying the hunger for more. A twisted pride for the humans who served him. The System Lord looked down on his people with the same, barely restrained patience for a child who was too slow and dim-witted to be of any use besides manual labor. They would never amount to anything as magnificent as the Goa'uld. But they were still children nonetheless. His children.
" Once my Will comes to pass, I will be the very last left." The mask turned to track the Doctor. " The arrival of your group, your 'mission' served its purpose. This was meant to be."
Re: PART 2: Throne room -[Eleven]
Possible telepathic abilities. It wasn't something he encountered in most slaves.
Sobek's finger resumed their slow, methodical drum on the arm of his throne. Metal against metal and stone, clicking like scales. " The vessel's name is meaningless. He is no more. His life has finally been given meaning."
Humans were meaningless, cattle, in dire need of direction to bring meaning to their pitiful existence. As a species, Tau’ri were so pathetic, so weak, that if they didn't conquer them, someone else would have. It was just a matter of time. And as vessels went, they were infinitely preferable to the First Ones. Weaker, lacking the exoskeleton, but more attractive. A superior exterior to reflect the divinity within.
It didn't take much digging for Daniel to uncover whether Sobek was lying. When he did, Daniel jerked back. Some twisted part of the Goa'uld did believe he were doing these humans a favor. It wasn't out of some newly found generosity: Goa'uld weren't known for that trait and Sobek wasn't any different. There wasn't an ounce of actual compassion in his body. But thousands of years spent amongst humans who worshiped him, looked to him for guidance, punishment and reward for their behavior had influenced him into thinking that he was a benevolent god. For a being who didn't actually understand what the concept actually was, it was dangerous. Sobek relished the blind adoration. He was addicted to the thrill of conquest and the luxury being a God afforded him, just like all of his kind, but there was a feeling of a greater purpose underlying the hunger for more. A twisted pride for the humans who served him. The System Lord looked down on his people with the same, barely restrained patience for a child who was too slow and dim-witted to be of any use besides manual labor. They would never amount to anything as magnificent as the Goa'uld. But they were still children nonetheless. His children.
" Once my Will comes to pass, I will be the very last left." The mask turned to track the Doctor. " The arrival of your group, your 'mission' served its purpose. This was meant to be."