TM 241. Sacrosanct
I don't think there's much of anything that I can afford to hold sacred anymore. It took some time for me to learn that lesson. If Lee Adama hadn't shown me that we could save tens of thousands of lives by dooming thousands to slaughter by the Cylons, I wouldn't be here right now. Many of us wouldn't be here right now.
When I became President, it was one part mathematical absurdity and two parts Colonial law. To be honest, I don't even remember thinking about saying no, but I do remember hoping and praying that I would later find out that someone more qualified had survived the Holocaust, someone higher in the line of succession. But I got over that quickly once the gravity of the situation sank in for me. We had fifty thousand people left, the Cylons were still hunting us down, and I had to point out to the new supreme commander of the Colonial Fleet that we had to start having babies. Continuation of the human race.
Having come so far and knowing Bill as well as I do now, I still don't understand why he of all people needed it pointed out to him.
The continuation and survival of the human race has been my driving force for four years now. I nearly died for it, more than once and I may become the sacrificial lamb on that altar before the book is closed on my life.
I've done things in the name of our endangered species that I never would have thought myself capable of before. Each hard decision, each thing that used to keep me away from my mirror until I realized that I needed to move on or I'd never be able to look at myself again, each roll of that hard six that Bill's so fond of, cemented my bonds of protection over my fleet. The things I've done, the things I may do in the future, they're all worth it if fifty or sixty years down the line, there'll be a human race to look back on this dark time.
I've heard Tory refer to the supposed fact that some of the Fleet have come to associate me with the goddess Athena, when she thinks I'm not listening. I'm not at all certain it fits; after all, Bill has the firepower, not me. But I'll admit it comforts my ego very much to think of it.
The survival of the human race is the most sacred goal in the universe to me.
President Laura Roslin
Battlestar Galactica 2003
423 words
When I became President, it was one part mathematical absurdity and two parts Colonial law. To be honest, I don't even remember thinking about saying no, but I do remember hoping and praying that I would later find out that someone more qualified had survived the Holocaust, someone higher in the line of succession. But I got over that quickly once the gravity of the situation sank in for me. We had fifty thousand people left, the Cylons were still hunting us down, and I had to point out to the new supreme commander of the Colonial Fleet that we had to start having babies. Continuation of the human race.
Having come so far and knowing Bill as well as I do now, I still don't understand why he of all people needed it pointed out to him.
The continuation and survival of the human race has been my driving force for four years now. I nearly died for it, more than once and I may become the sacrificial lamb on that altar before the book is closed on my life.
I've done things in the name of our endangered species that I never would have thought myself capable of before. Each hard decision, each thing that used to keep me away from my mirror until I realized that I needed to move on or I'd never be able to look at myself again, each roll of that hard six that Bill's so fond of, cemented my bonds of protection over my fleet. The things I've done, the things I may do in the future, they're all worth it if fifty or sixty years down the line, there'll be a human race to look back on this dark time.
I've heard Tory refer to the supposed fact that some of the Fleet have come to associate me with the goddess Athena, when she thinks I'm not listening. I'm not at all certain it fits; after all, Bill has the firepower, not me. But I'll admit it comforts my ego very much to think of it.
The survival of the human race is the most sacred goal in the universe to me.
President Laura Roslin
Battlestar Galactica 2003
423 words