Caprica. Aw, we're not tracking the days anymore? We pan up from the body of Six, who chance hath slain, and who will never taste death's woe. Boomer makes that same point less poetically, noting, "Her consciousness is being downloaded into another body right now. And when she wakes up, she'll tell them exactly where we are." Helo figures that it's time to get going. Starbuck grouses about taking advice from a Cylon, and Helo retorts, "She helped me get this far." Starbuck says that she knows how Helo felt about Boomer, but insists, "That is some cheap knock-off copy!" Boomer says, "Hey, I'm not cheap!" Well, actually she tries to explain that she's not a copy, but Starbuck seems to be clinging to the idea that there is a real Boomer somewhere, and cuts off the philosophical discussion by drawing her gun and advising Boomer to shut up. Helo jumps in front of the gun and tells Starbuck to chill. Starbuck gripes, "I'm just supposed to be nice to her? Because she says she's pregnant?" She tells Helo to get out of the way, but Helo, being Helo, lunges for the gun while Starbuck's still blustering. Boomer dodges as the gun goes off, and then Helo is holding Starbuck from behind as he explains, "I'm not gonna let you kill her, okay? She's carrying my child." Starbuck struggles a little while snapping, "Men are so painfully stupid sometimes! How do you know that?" Er, the robot bunny died? The camera whirls around for maximum lens flare as Helo says that he just knows. Ah. Starbuck more calmly insists that Cylons always lie. Yeah, yeah: only the Cylons deal in absolutes. She continues, "Their entire existence is a lie. They're not human, Helo. They're machines. You can't have a baby with a machine." She never saw Demon Seed. Lucky girl. Helo repeats that he believes Boomer, and insists that she's not like the others. Starbuck looks up at her crazy, and quite tall, friend sadly, and then there's a whirring noise. Starbuck jumps and rushes out, moaning, "No, no..."
Episode Report CardStrega: A | 1003 USERS: C+
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