YOUNG: What are you doing out of the Infirmary?
RUSH: I've got work to do, Colonel.
YOUNG: How ‘bout solving the access code that's gonna allow us to turn this ship around?
RUSH (snorting): Well, funnily enough ...
(He sits back and looks at Young sarcastically.)
YOUNG: I thought you didn't find anything.
RUSH: I didn't say that. I said I couldn't stop the ship then and there. Even though it nearly killed me, I managed to find a clue which may give us control of this ship once and for all.
YOUNG: “A clue”.
BRODY: Forty-six.
YOUNG: Well, that seems a little too simple.
RUSH: It's the number of chromosomes in human D.N.A. Genetic code.
YOUNG: This helps us how?
VOLKER: Well, we know in other cases with their later technologies that the Ancients used sensors that restricted access by detecting specific genetic markers.
BRODY: The access code to the Destiny's not like that. It's definitely numerological. The problem we've had cracking it is that we had no basis on where to start.
VOLKER: We were just taking wild shots in the dark.
YOUNG: And now?
RUSH: Now we know where to start! They used their own genetic code, likely a specific one, more evolved than ours, no doubt, but all we have to do now is run through the variations.
BRODY: We're still talking about billions of possibilities here.
RUSH: I've written a programme which is gonna go through the permutations.
YOUNG: So how long is this gonna take?
RUSH (shrugging): Several days.
YOUNG (disbelievingly): Really?
VOLKER (quietly): Or several years.
RUSH: Well, yeah. I was trying to be a little bit more optimistic!
YOUNG: That's a little different for you!
(He turns and walks away. Rush shakes his head in resignation. Young turns back at the doorway.)
YOUNG: Rush. All this - this was worth risking your life for?
RUSH (thoughtfully): We'll see.
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