Drop The Pilot
One joined the O'Neills at their dinner, where Giana and Simon were thanking the Gods before their meal. "So it is you!" he snorted. I thought I recognized you from the other day. How come you didn't stop by?" He introduced himself to Giana, and Simon awkwardly explained that One was his childhood priest. "Is this your family?" Simon smiled peacefully at One, but couldn't say the words aloud. Giana introduced him to their daughter -- from her first marriage -- and invited him to join them. One kept moving. "Stop by sometime!" he suggested darkly to Simon, "And remember, I know where you live." Simon nodded stiffly and bowed his head.
Jean and Sam snuck up to a job site, where Cylons loaded bodies onto trucks, dumped them in mass graves. All the ugliness Three wouldn't have to deal with, when she came to plant her trees. There were body parts everywhere; Jean choked on the smell. The workers began to speak to each other: "I didn't think it would be so hot and dirty," Five said to himself; he commiserated with himself about the smell. "The Centurions should be doing this," he complained, and went back to work. Jean looked on the faces of the Fives, and began to lose it; she cried in his arms and he begged her to be silent. He carried her away from them, shushing softly to her, humming comfort as they went.
The next time Eight surfaced she was dripping wet. "I was underwater and I started to lose it -- to lose who I am. I didn't know where I was and... I started to panic, and I tried to breathe..." One told her to calm down, reminding her they shouldn't need to breathe. "I'm not sure if we should detonate the charges," she said, showing the weakness in her model once again. "I mean, these humans, there are so few of them. They're no threat." The thing that made her perfect for the mission is what made her such a liability. "They are manifestly a threat. They're a threat because of the power they have to make you do this. Of all Cylons, you should see that." She looked away; he advised her out of her clothes, prurient in his eyes and voice, but she was still too much Sharon to obey. "Fine," he said, bringing the elephant out of her pocket again, "Be a prude." As he walked away, she fell back into her wonderful dream.