number_eight | 186

Once upon a time there was a girl who didn't know any better, and so she believed everything she was told. She believed in the gods and all the Sacred Scrolls, even if she didn't go to the oracles very often. Still, she believed.

Then she found out she was a Cylon, got her ass dumped by the man she loved, and was killed. It's pretty funny how that'll change your point of view on religion.

I woke up in that tank still believing, even though I knew I had shot Commander Adama. I stayed in my old apartment, keeping all of the old pictures and knick-knacks, still believing. It had to be wrong. The gods would come and save me from all of it. Those thoughts kept swirling in my head until I met Caprica. She's the one who saved me, you know. We worked together on our plan for New Caprica, and we failed. Would the gods have allowed me to fail? I don't know. All of the other Cylon models kept talking about the Cylon God and His plan. We even have our very own model (Brother Cavil) just to talk to us about it and 'help' us along our paths.

Still, I resisted for as long as I could. I held onto those little girl's beliefs until we began our search for the Eye of Jupiter and I was stuck with babysitting duty for that frakking baby. She's an abomination of nature, and yet everyone kept calling her "the shape of things to come"? No frakking way.

I was alone on the Cylon Baseship. No family, no friends. Galactica was a distant memory just like my big plan to change the world was. I was a Cylon without a past or a future, so what could I turn to? I reached for the one thing that could save me.

The Cylon God. He does have a plan, I ~~hope~~ believe, and I believe in Him.

It's the only thing left for me to believe in these days.

Muse : Sharon "Boomer" Valerii
Fandom : Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 340