Gaius is hanging out and taking his time in the Galactica morgue, looking into his microscope and dicking Roslin around with this whole "Oh I'm such a busy scientist what's the problem" vibe: "I am curious. Why the sudden interest in the Fleet's demographic projections?" Roslin's clearly hating life down there -- I'm guessing it's been about a month, and then Baltar on top of it? -- and won't meet his eyes: "An issue has emerged that may prove divisive to our administration. I would like all the facts in hand before making my decision." Six appears. It's weird to see these two women onscreen at the same time -- where are you supposed to look? They're both so encoded with this strength and this power; it's creepy to see Six slithering around Roslin, as Roslin looks at the floor. "So, now it's 'our administration'?" Six goads. "She must be desperate." Baltar pushes a key on his terminal and some files start loading. "Well, I'm a very busy man." See? "Luckily, I made an initial calculation on these figures, over seven months ago, when nobody seemed interested or concerned."Not "research grants are rendered worthless right around the apocalypse and I am therefore obsolete," but "I am a misunderstood genius." He concludes: "All I had to do was factor in the numbers from the Pegasus crew. It took me hardly any time at all, and I didn't mind." The ending clause is just as prissy and awesome as you think. He hands Roslin the report and tells her not to bother reading it: "If we continue on our present course, within the next eighteen years," Six's hands on his shoulders, "the human race will simply be...extinct." Six looks at Roslin's face with a cruel smile that slowly falls. I had a whole thing about how this may or may not be true, assuming a higher mortality than we've seen so far, offset by the fact that the majority of the survivors are adults, blah blah, but the thing is: it doesn't matter. He just confirmed the Whiteboard -- Roslin's greatest enemy. He's still the smartest person she's ever met, this superstar media celebrity, the vice-president. He just played her. And in context of the federalism issue, I find it's not even really that interesting to worry about. I don't care how vampires wake up knowing kung fu either, you know? With the complaints about the inconsistent availability of water, booze, food, et cetera, it's nice to see focus on a real-world something that has really huge consequences. My eyes are elsewhere.