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number_eightThree versions, three answers.
((Locked from all muses))
It's a pretty simple answer, really. I'd get rid of all the frakking Cylons. Honestly, we don't even have much of a society left anymore. We're always on the run now, and for what? For the hope that we'll find Earth. It's a good dream, and one I believe in, but how can we even think to rebuild our society with less than 50,000 humans alive and toasters always on our tail? That's what's wrong, actually. We don't have a society, except for the people left aboard these ships. We're all doing our best, but our best isn't worth much because of them. Cylons. I think pretty much everyone would agree with me.
((Locked to Cylons only))
The humans all worship false idols. They don't understand the love God has for us all, but we do. The other me onboard Battlestar Galactica gave birth to the face of things to come. My baby. Our baby, all of ours. Hera is here with us now, and we're working on fixing our mistakes from New Caprica, but society still isn't done. Not yet. I know that some of the others believe that the destruction of the human race is the only possible solution, but Caprica and I understood. There was a better solution, and I still believe in it. Killing all of God's children isn't the answer; the answer lies in helping them. Caring for them in the way that their false gods were never cared for by their own children. To fix our society, the only thing we can really do... is love them.
((Locked to the crew of Galactica only))
You can't just pick one thing and have that be the answer to our whole frakking society. Yeah, we've all made mistakes, and yes, we've all had our troubles with trying to adjust to the way things are now, but... I don't know. I guess what I'm saying is that nothing is going to fix the way things are. I've tried. The Cylons are out to get us, but I'm a Cylon. I'm married to a human. What am I supposed to do? I'm self-aware, unlike "Boomer", so my choices are my own. But I believe in the One True God. I'm "only" a machine. I wear the face of the Cylon who tried to kill Admiral Adama, and every day I see her in the mirror. Over a year has passed, and I've done my best to atone for crimes I never even committed, but I know there are still whispers. I'm different from everyone else. It's weird how the shape of your eyes or the color of your skin doesn't matter these days, but if you're a Cylon trying to live and find Earth alongside humans, forget it. Well, I guess there's one thing that I'd change, then. Prejudice. Not that it would make a huge difference to our society, but at least it would be a step in the right direction. It would sure help me, too.
Muse : Sharon (Valerii, Cylon, & Agathon versions)
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 508
((Locked from all muses))
It's a pretty simple answer, really. I'd get rid of all the frakking Cylons. Honestly, we don't even have much of a society left anymore. We're always on the run now, and for what? For the hope that we'll find Earth. It's a good dream, and one I believe in, but how can we even think to rebuild our society with less than 50,000 humans alive and toasters always on our tail? That's what's wrong, actually. We don't have a society, except for the people left aboard these ships. We're all doing our best, but our best isn't worth much because of them. Cylons. I think pretty much everyone would agree with me.
((Locked to Cylons only))
The humans all worship false idols. They don't understand the love God has for us all, but we do. The other me onboard Battlestar Galactica gave birth to the face of things to come. My baby. Our baby, all of ours. Hera is here with us now, and we're working on fixing our mistakes from New Caprica, but society still isn't done. Not yet. I know that some of the others believe that the destruction of the human race is the only possible solution, but Caprica and I understood. There was a better solution, and I still believe in it. Killing all of God's children isn't the answer; the answer lies in helping them. Caring for them in the way that their false gods were never cared for by their own children. To fix our society, the only thing we can really do... is love them.
((Locked to the crew of Galactica only))
You can't just pick one thing and have that be the answer to our whole frakking society. Yeah, we've all made mistakes, and yes, we've all had our troubles with trying to adjust to the way things are now, but... I don't know. I guess what I'm saying is that nothing is going to fix the way things are. I've tried. The Cylons are out to get us, but I'm a Cylon. I'm married to a human. What am I supposed to do? I'm self-aware, unlike "Boomer", so my choices are my own. But I believe in the One True God. I'm "only" a machine. I wear the face of the Cylon who tried to kill Admiral Adama, and every day I see her in the mirror. Over a year has passed, and I've done my best to atone for crimes I never even committed, but I know there are still whispers. I'm different from everyone else. It's weird how the shape of your eyes or the color of your skin doesn't matter these days, but if you're a Cylon trying to live and find Earth alongside humans, forget it. Well, I guess there's one thing that I'd change, then. Prejudice. Not that it would make a huge difference to our society, but at least it would be a step in the right direction. It would sure help me, too.
Muse : Sharon (Valerii, Cylon, & Agathon versions)
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 508
