fic - I AM A CYLON
Title: I AM A CYLON
Characters: Boomer
Timeline: Spoilers for 4x15 - No Exit
Title Music: "I AM A CYLON (a crowd electric remix)" from David Crabb
Session 83 Transcript
“What do you see when you close your eyes?”
“I see the back of my eyelids."
"That’s not what I mean, Boomer. Not what you were designed to see. What do you see?”
“I see the same thing that all Eights see. I’m a machine like all the others.”
“Do you really think that’s true? Do you believe you’re one copy because you’ve discovered your machine heritage? You chose Cavil. You picked a side and stuck to it like Athena did, except you chose different sides.”
“Athena is nothing like me.”
“You’re all the same because we programmed you to be the same. You are profoundly and fundamentally broken in your naiveté. You’re sensitive and indecisive until called on it. That’s when you leap forward to latch onto something. Nothing more than desperate grabs to prove you’re not weak.”
“You made me, but you don’t know me.”
“Boomer, you have shape, form, thoughts, and words. You want so badly to be more than a hunk of flesh subject to the programming of a personality that’s ones and zeroes dictating your very being. Your greatest desire is to find acceptance and belonging, so you can fade into the background for a happily ever after.”
“Everyone likes to think of themselves as a philosopher when they’re drunk.”
“You’re dangerous because you believe your own lies, but you’re not the sympathetic antagonist. This isn’t a fairytale.”
“No, my fairytale died on Caprica with the first bomb.”
“The price for self awareness is so high, Boomer.”
“So is finding the creator to be barely smarter than the creation, Ellen.”
Characters: Boomer
Timeline: Spoilers for 4x15 - No Exit
Title Music: "I AM A CYLON (a crowd electric remix)" from David Crabb
Click to viewSession 83 Transcript
“What do you see when you close your eyes?”
“I see the back of my eyelids."
"That’s not what I mean, Boomer. Not what you were designed to see. What do you see?”
“I see the same thing that all Eights see. I’m a machine like all the others.”
“Do you really think that’s true? Do you believe you’re one copy because you’ve discovered your machine heritage? You chose Cavil. You picked a side and stuck to it like Athena did, except you chose different sides.”
“Athena is nothing like me.”
“You’re all the same because we programmed you to be the same. You are profoundly and fundamentally broken in your naiveté. You’re sensitive and indecisive until called on it. That’s when you leap forward to latch onto something. Nothing more than desperate grabs to prove you’re not weak.”
“You made me, but you don’t know me.”
“Boomer, you have shape, form, thoughts, and words. You want so badly to be more than a hunk of flesh subject to the programming of a personality that’s ones and zeroes dictating your very being. Your greatest desire is to find acceptance and belonging, so you can fade into the background for a happily ever after.”
“Everyone likes to think of themselves as a philosopher when they’re drunk.”
“You’re dangerous because you believe your own lies, but you’re not the sympathetic antagonist. This isn’t a fairytale.”
“No, my fairytale died on Caprica with the first bomb.”
“The price for self awareness is so high, Boomer.”
“So is finding the creator to be barely smarter than the creation, Ellen.”