It is not often that in my cynical expectations of TV, I am impressed by just how mind-bogglingly stupidly a show manages to end itself, so tonight I salute you, Ron Moore. That was really very fantastically moronic and so predictable we called it as soon as
we realized "Adama" was pronounced "Adam-a" as in "Adam-a and Eve". (BTW, since mitochondrial DNA comes from the mother, Hera got hers from Athena, so all that ending really means is the Eights outbred the Sixes, or at least outlived them.
I feel somewhat bad for people who liked and had a solid commitment to the show and were believing into the very last half-hour that somehow this was gonna pull out and be okay. Somehow. Or that at least that it wouldn't end with
a serious argument that throwing away all your civilization and technology to lead a "simple" life was a brilliant idea.
So how many survivors of the colonies do you think survived the subsistence farming and rampant illness of the next several decades? Fifty? A hundred?
I'm really, really glad I never got invested in this show.
ETA:
You just know that Romo Lampkin/Badger kept checking in with people every few months after that until enough of them went, "Okay this whole 'clean slate' thing seems to come with a lot of ABSOLUTE SUCK, nevermind," and then they all went off and built his city and eventually blew it up, and this is where we get Atlantis from.