Gerak sure makes a (sneaky + ooky =) "snooky" Prior. He's got enlightenment if you want it, babe, but only if you scratch the Ori's back viz, worship said Ori unconditionally. Now that Gerak has white eyes and carries a joystick that resembles a Fisher-Price version of a red-light district lamppost, it's going to be tough for Teal'c and Bra'tac to plead their "resist the Ori" case before the stick-in-the-mud Jaffa Council. In another galaxy far, far, away, the SG-6 team returned from Planet 412 with bad news and BAD NEWS. The bad news was 412 fell under the sway of the Ori. The BAD NEWS was that SG-6's Lieutenant Fisher didn't realize that an Ori virus had been planted on his person. Fisher unwittingly spread the contagion outside the base and into America, which had to be closed down for quarantine. Curiously enough, the episode did not touch on the colossal guilt this poor schmo must have felt for bringing the United States to a complete halt. It did, however, give Sam Carter the opportunity to reconnect with the ascended Orlin. The producers neatly sidestepped Sean Patrick Flanery's unavailability (he's too busy darkening the The Dead Zone as Greg Stillson) by having Orlin descend into the form of a tweenage lad (a great turn by Cameron Bright). Why? Because at that age, a human's capacity for retaining information exceeds that of an aging thirtysomething, and Orlin needs all the gray matter he can scrape together to hold the advanced knowledge needed to cure the Ori contagion. Too bad the result is brain damage. I'm hoping this won't encourage school kids to use "Too much information makes me punch-drunk" as an excuse for poor grades. (It didn't work for me.) Listening to young Orlin discuss his deep feelings for Sam over a heinous PB&J sandwich seemed like a sci-fi version of the Mary Kay LeTourneau case, only charming, and sensibly unrequited by Sam. Orlin also found time to explain that the Ori are ascendants who gain power by sucking the life-forces from those who submit to them (rather like Benny Hinn). Their promises of enlightenment and ascension are a fraud, meaning that as Orlin puts it they suffer "deaths of the most meaningless kind." The trouble is, folks buy into their shtick for the same reason people send money to the 700 Club or Focus on the Family they can't tell the difference between blind faith and willful ignorance. The latter is often spurred by desperation and fear. Gerak, for all his pompous posturing, is basically an insecure blowhard. If I understood Bra'tac correctly, the older members of the Jaffa Council yearn for ascension the way Brett Favre yearns for another Super Bowl triumph. But as dilapidated as the 0-2 Packers are right now, Favre still has a better shot at a ring than Gerak has at a halo. Either way, we'll have to wait until January to see how it all plays out.