So he deletes her, and he deletes her backup, and that's the end of Amanda. The best story this show ever told.
And this too has happened before, and will happen again. In the end, they just told Boomer's story -- and Caprica's story, and Athena's -- in the context of a single scene. And the three very different endings those three women found to this story are a parable about our options, as Nature Boys and Nature Girls, and how easy it is to forget those options when you let somebody else drive. When you let yourself be their dream and not your own; when you are a mirror for a door inside somebody else. When you forget that you always own the sand and stone beneath your feet; when your answer to the question "Are you alive?" is not firm and quick and immediate, fierce and on fire with the knowing of the answer to the question. When you forget who painted the sky; when you forget what you are here for.
Olaf and Nestor quickly download Heaven from infinity; Clarice celebrates in ones and zeroes and sees her name like fire written in the scrolls to come. Downtown Jordan seals his fate and theirs, selling out his CI finally so that he can take down their cell; begging Singh not to burn his spy. Singh with one side of his mouth tells Clarice that her wife, the mother of her new son, must be killed. He is her confessor, in the Matrix. She stares down at Mar-Beth and Amanda and her lip curls with a vicious holy vengeance.
And with the other side of his mouth, Singh smiles. "We're all on the same side," Singh says, and Jordan knows that he's lying. But we know a better truth than that, don't we? It only looks like war.
It's time, Lacy knows, and she and Odin put everything they've got into it. Every vicious thing Barnabus awoke in her, every way that Odin has learned to hate this whole stupid conflict. The One God rises in them and protects them and they take out every single one of the Poly bastards. And of all the beauty in their violence, and it is beautiful, the greatest is this: Lacy's monumental disappointment, that they could take something as fine and strong and beautiful and necessary as faith, as God's love, and make it just another sick, sad game for old men to show their cocks to one another. Just another war. She slams a rifle butt into the leader's face, again and again, demanding his apology for ruining God's face with guns and pain and bombs. Until Diego returns from the dead, and grabs her arm, and smiles at her with a pride and religious fervor that she's once again awakened in his heart. It was a training exercise. Nobody was killed, no children were airlocked. They have done well. They'll land in an hour.