memeotron-(Drabble) The Monday Autopsy (Gaius Baltar/Ducky)
For seyeh
'Of course, the really interesting thing about this young lady is she's artificial.' Ducky leant over the autopsy table and Baltar marvelled at the older man's combination of compassion, respect and cold-hearted analysis.
'How can you tell?'
'There is such a thing as too perfect. This beautiful young woman is perfect, in every way, down to the cellular level. No blemishes, no discrepancies. A rose by any other name would smell of nothing.'
Gaius squeaked a laugh and tried not to look at the corpse or the identical woman standing over it that only he could see. He hated Mondays.
'Of course, the really interesting thing about this young lady is she's artificial.' Ducky leant over the autopsy table and Baltar marvelled at the older man's combination of compassion, respect and cold-hearted analysis.
'How can you tell?'
'There is such a thing as too perfect. This beautiful young woman is perfect, in every way, down to the cellular level. No blemishes, no discrepancies. A rose by any other name would smell of nothing.'
Gaius squeaked a laugh and tried not to look at the corpse or the identical woman standing over it that only he could see. He hated Mondays.