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number_eightThere was gagging and coughing. Sticky film that covered my body and I was completely naked. It felt like I was drowning, only it wasn't in any pool of water I'd ever been in my entire life. I knew, though, that I had to breathe at some point, but I wasn't swimming.
Why wasn't I swimming, and yet it felt like drowning?
I moved my limbs, my head finally breaking surface, and I gasped for air. All around me, there was darkness, and I realized at last that I was trapped. Well, not trapped, exactly, but confined to something. What was it? Where was I? It was too confusing, and I couldn't remember anything before this moment.
Deep breaths. Slow.
What?
Welcome home, Sister.
Who?
We love you, Sharon.
No. No. The words killed everything inside of me, and suddenly it all came back to me. I shot Commander Adama. I killed him, probably, and I don't know why. Didn't. Don't. Blue sticky goo covered me and I looked up into the faces of Cylons.
Because I was a Cylon. Am. Was.
Am.
"No." I remember screaming, then, not that it did me any good. My life was a lie. Cally had shot and killed me and I had died in his arms, telling Chief how much I loved him. There had been so much blood, but now I was healed because I was a frakking toaster! Now, Chief didn't love me, no. No, I was loved by mirror images of me, smiling down at me and all I wanted to do was ask if Commander Adama was safe. Well, and then rip the faces off the Cylons around me because I didn't want to see myself smiling down at me. I just wanted to be home. I wanted to go back home to Galactica.
Except I had a new home, now.
Times have changed, sure, but it doesn't mean I have to like it any better. And it sure as hell doesn't erase that first moment of being downloaded, choking on the truth.
Sharon "Boomer" Valerii
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 344
Why wasn't I swimming, and yet it felt like drowning?
I moved my limbs, my head finally breaking surface, and I gasped for air. All around me, there was darkness, and I realized at last that I was trapped. Well, not trapped, exactly, but confined to something. What was it? Where was I? It was too confusing, and I couldn't remember anything before this moment.
Deep breaths. Slow.
What?
Welcome home, Sister.
Who?
We love you, Sharon.
No. No. The words killed everything inside of me, and suddenly it all came back to me. I shot Commander Adama. I killed him, probably, and I don't know why. Didn't. Don't. Blue sticky goo covered me and I looked up into the faces of Cylons.
Because I was a Cylon. Am. Was.
Am.
"No." I remember screaming, then, not that it did me any good. My life was a lie. Cally had shot and killed me and I had died in his arms, telling Chief how much I loved him. There had been so much blood, but now I was healed because I was a frakking toaster! Now, Chief didn't love me, no. No, I was loved by mirror images of me, smiling down at me and all I wanted to do was ask if Commander Adama was safe. Well, and then rip the faces off the Cylons around me because I didn't want to see myself smiling down at me. I just wanted to be home. I wanted to go back home to Galactica.
Except I had a new home, now.
Times have changed, sure, but it doesn't mean I have to like it any better. And it sure as hell doesn't erase that first moment of being downloaded, choking on the truth.
Sharon "Boomer" Valerii
Fandom: Misc. TV/"Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count: 344
