You know. After all of this.
If John were to snap, forbid anyone to leave Atlantis ever again, and somehow convince Atlatnis to raise the shield in a way that it never comes down?
This would not surprise me.
Imagine it--vast fields of hydroponic grain. The city extremely well explored. Everyone takes up competitive knitting. And Rodney and Teyla and Ronon....
Rodney: *looks at Teyla* We were wondering...
John: *reading Ancient newspaper. The headline reads "More People Die After Leaving Atlantis to Fight". This is not a good sign.* No.
Teyla: John. I understand that you worry that we will be taken by crazy drug addicts or assimiliated into the Replicator collective--
Rodney: Just for a day? To get some chocolate?
John: *thinks* No.
Teyla: Ronon, do you not wish to say anything?
Ronon: *reading over John's shoulder* I like it here.
Teyla and Rodney: *facepalm*
It's very tragic. Until Rodney figures out how to synthasize chocolate or something.