Battlestar Galactica
Six Degrees Of Separation

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Previously: The Cylons look and feel human, but for some unknown reason they smell like patchouli. You heard it here first.

The fleet is just some distant scattered dots against the stars. We've got to hurry, or we'll miss the start of the show! We zoom and zoom and zoom, and when we're about to crash into the Galactica, we cut to a close-up of Baltar's eyeball. Artsy!

Baltar says, "I don't see the hand of God in here." He's in the lab, examining some cells under a microscope. And needling Six, of course. Baltar wonders if he'll find "evidence of His divine hand" in one of the samples. Six asks why Baltar is driven to blaspheme. She theorizes, "A need to tempt fate?" Baltar says it's boredom. Six snuggles up to him and asks if he's finished working.

Baltar's sex-fantasy domicylon. Baltar's in bed, Six sitting astride him. Six suggests that he would find peace if he gave himself over to God's love. Baltar says, "Couldn't help me with this zipper, could you?" as he fumbles with Six's dress. Heh. Six moves his hands away and insists that God has a plan for them. Baltar questions Six's use of masculine pronoun, and she testily says, "There is only one true God," and gets off the bed. Baltar says that she's been saying the same thing over and over again. He stands behind Six and adds, "I've accepted your God and all that. Can't we...reboot the hard drive?" Add that to the list of dirty Galactica expressions. Six says, "He's not my God; he is God." Baltar humors her: "He's big enough for all of us, isn't He?"He pulls her back toward the bed, pleading for a more "elevating" activity. Six insists that Baltar needs to give himself over to God's love. Baltar snaps, "Oh for God's sake," and turns away. Six says that she's trying to save his soul. Baltar complains that all she's doing is boring him. He rants that her beliefs are "metaphysical nonsense, which to be fair to [Six], actually appeals to the half-educated dullards that make up most of human society," and adds that no rational human would share her beliefs. Six gets off the bed and heads for the door as Baltar smugly adds, "Which leads me to the inescapable conclusion that Cylons are, in the final --" He turns to face Six, and discovers that she's gone. He starts to follow her, and raises his voice to finish his thought: "In the final analysis, little more than toasters." He opens the bedroom door and looks downstairs, but Six is nowhere to be seen. "With great-looking legs," he concludes. He closes the door and sits on the bed, pouting that it's his fantasy anyway. He tells himself that he'll imagine a new companion: "A brunette." There's a knock at the door, and Baltar gasps, "Really?" Hee. He opens the door saying, "Maybe we can dispense with the foreplay."

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