“As I understand it from General Hammond,” Janet picked up the story, “Kayaba was working with some of the less classified SGC reports to create training scenarios. At the same time, he was a game designer. And our friendly local anthropologist had some thoughts.”
“I did.” From the way Daniel winced, he regretted ever having those thoughts. “It seemed like a good idea?”
“It was, indeed, a valid thought, Daniel Jackson,” Teal’c said firmly. “It is not your doing that Akihiko Kayaba is a dishonorable man.”
Oh boy. That didn’t sound good.
Daniel sighed. “Jack… one of these days, the Stargate isn’t going to be classified anymore. And then what? People are going to find out we’ve been dealing with aliens. That the planet’s almost been destroyed dozens of times. That humanity’s best friends can’t figure out this thing we call clothes….”
Jack tried to stifle a snicker. He liked Thor, but Daniel had the Asgard pegged.
“Anyway. I thought if a few things we’d run into showed up in online games, the ideas would at least be out in the culture,” Daniel went on. “To cushion the shock, for when it all goes public. Kayaba thought it was a great idea. One that fit right in with the next game he was putting together. Where players would be visiting different worlds on every level, and there wouldn’t be any magic. Players would have to rely on their wits, and their weapons.” The archaeologist took a deep breath. “Sword Art Online.”
Now Jack remembered the name, and wished he hadn’t. International criminal Akihiko Kayaba, on the BOLO list of every country that had access to the Internet, and wanted by Japan and the U.S. in particular. Japan because it was their people he’d trapped in his little death game, and the U.S. because….
Well. Officially, horrible humanitarian disaster, can’t stand by while one of our staunchest allies, and so on, and so on. Unofficially, certain organizations in the United States, courtesy of tech provided by the SGC, had been experimenting with tech that would let part of the internet move even faster. He didn’t know all the geeky details, but the ‘Gate techs had been drooling enough to dumb it down for him: forget building servers in the Big Apple to make microsecond trades on Wall Street. With this tech, you could plant them in Antarctica, and nobody would notice.
Well, maybe the penguins.