number_eight | 184 - We set out to change the world and ending up… just changing ourselves.

I remember screaming as soon as I gasped for breath and saw another me standing nearby. Cylons surrounded me, told me to take deep breath, told me that they loved me. I just kept thinking, no. No, it couldn't be true.

Months later, I was in my apartment on Caprica, and they were trying to move me out of it. Yes, fine, it was an apartment filled with fake memories and an elephant statue that my parents had never given to me and some made-up family picture, too. It was all I had, though. My whole life had been a lie, and then another Cylon was sent over to me to try and talk me out of it all. I won't call her "Six", though. I'm Sharon. I'm Sharon Valerii, and she was, well, Caprica.

Together, we found out that the other Cylons wanted to box us, basically ending our existence as we knew it. I refused to let that happen, but I didn't have a plan, not until Caprica killed the Three model we were with. I let the human escape – the one with Starbuck's dog tags – and I smiled at Caprica. There was time, barely, to form a plan. One that could change the civilizations of both Cylons and humans.

God didn't want us to murder… he wanted us to love. We worked quickly, gathering as much support from Cylons all over Caprica until our voices would be heard. The plan was to have Cylon and human co-existence, with us caring for our "parents". Loving them.

I was so naïve.

Day after day on the planet known as New Caprica forced me to see that humans would never accept Cylons. There were so many times when I thought about talking to some of the humans I had come to consider my family on Galactica, but there were bombs, fighting, looks thrown my way when I walked through the streets. It wasn't my fault that it didn't work! Gaius Baltar surrendered and did as he was told, but no one else saw that the damage had been done.

Of course the Old Man came back to "rescue" his crew from us. Why I hadn't thought of that before is beyond me. Even Caprica had problems – she was killed right before my eyes during one of our meetings. Things fell apart and I had nowhere to go. It was obvious that the humans didn't wish to live or be loved by the Cylons, but where did it leave me? I wasn't human. I was a supposed hero to the Cylons for carrying out a mission to kill Commander Adama, yet I failed at that as well. My memories of my family were fake, my real and true family on Galactica scorned me, and so I was left with the Cylons.

Yes, I joined them. What else could I do? I forsook the gods that the humans wrote about in their Scripture and accepted the Cylon God. I did everything possible to fit into the "new" society I was stuck with, but in the end nothing changed except for me. The Cylons kept chasing the humans, the humans kept running, and I was the one who had to frakking change everything about me.

Now, Caprica's gone and on Galactica. I'm alone again. I tried to change the world and failed, and ended up changing me.

Story of my life.

Muse : Sharon "Boomer" Valerii
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 568