Unloading Raptors at a comms station, Lee standing with Hoshi and Romo. Romo wants to clear a large parcel of land, ridge to river, for cultivation. "We should be able to lay out the preliminary lines for a city within a day or two," Hoshi continues, and Lee looks around, suddenly struck by a stupid idea. "No. No city. Not this time." He stares into the middle distance as they wonder what he possibly could propose instead.
"We break the cycle," Lee says excitedly to his father, as they walk along a river. His arm is through his father's, he's happy as a clam. "We leave it all behind, and start over." Bill points out that they're talking about 38,000 people -- the entire human race -- with the clothes on their backs and some provisions, but Lee disagrees, smiling: "It's not the entire human race. There are people already here!" Whom we will outcompete and relegate to the species junk heap! It's great! Bill's like, "They don't even have language!" And in its viral language of clicks and pops language goes, I'm on it. Lee wants to give them language: "The best part of ourselves. Not the ships, the equipment, the technology, the weapons... If there's one thing that we should've learned, it's that... You know, our brains have always outraced our hearts. Our science charges ahead, our souls lag behind." He puts a hand on his father's shoulder, and asks his blessing to start anew.
Some time later, people have agreed to this for some stupid reason, and Bill's explaining how they're going to land civilians all over the globe, "to give them the best possibility of survival," and document all the locations for some reason. Romo nods in the direction of how stupid this is, and Bill tells him not to "underestimate the desire for a clean slate." Not good enough. Suddenly, Leoben is the spokesman for the 268s again, with his sexy goatee, and smiles that creepy fucking smile of his: "The Sixes, the Eights, and the Twos have decided to stay. See how we can contribute to the world before we pass into God's hands." Other dumb ideas: giving the Baseship to the Centurions so they can go "find their own destiny," because as Ellen feels it they've earned their freedom. Romo waves in the direction of how this means they will come back and kill us all, and Bill tells him that isn't going to happen, and they've earned it. Then the Fleet, the entire Fleet of ships, queues up in space so that Anders can pilot all of them into the sun.