The PA's alive with the sounds of working, on Daru Mozu, on Galactica, cleanup crews working, Chief's on Daru talking to Fenner, all about the lottery and how it's going. "They're skittish, but they'll catch on." He points toward a point on the line where there was trouble before: "All kinds of gear slippage, temperature variation...we didn't know the dross wasn't getting burned off." (I've been telling you that since "The Passage"!) Chief checks it out; Fenner points out half a dozen other places on the line that could still fuck up, so of course they do. The belt -- it's weirdly horrible, sickening after all this time with the hands and the factory, like something biological -- suddenly begins to jump and buck, tylium flying all over. It's gross; Chief yells to hit the switch, but his hands aren't dirty enough: "No, no, no, not when it's jammed. The whole system will seize up," shouts Fenner. And since it's fuel stuff, if the line stops the ore still in the chamber will superheat and blow everybody to hell. The time is now.
Chief locates the area, and sticks his hands in the machine. Are they dirty enough? He's had too many algae meatloafs, I guess, because he can't fit in. And who should show up just in time, of course, but Danny Noon. Whose hands were meant for architecture. Whose beautiful hands were meant to create beauty, places for living, places where space speaks, where living and the line are in accordance. To work in math and lines so clear they're like looking through glass. To build cabins.
Danny sticks his hand in the machine, everybody yells at everybody else, it's really super intense, but at least Chief's not in danger. Hey, once they took Saul's eye, who knows? Not us, until they said Danny's name out loud -- that's how you know they're fracked -- and put him here, now, to do this. Everybody -- Chief, Fenner -- talks Danny through it, whatever the feldercarb is that he's working with. And it works, and the line gets going. And the tylium rolls. And when he pulls his arm out, it's ripped open by the machinery, and he begins to scream.