He points out that they already have the avatars ready to go: Technically, he could just upload them already. So blowing up all those people is "just showmanship," he says. Totally irrelevant. I mean, he will never be redeemed after the number he pulled on Lacy, but it's nice to see somebody asking the big questions. Clarice, of course, is not having that shit and immediately takes action: "Why don't you ask Him yourself? I've squirreled away a few extra tickets to the big game. Are you ready to die for your faith?" That shuts his sexy ass right up.
The child soldiers are already ducking around the Cylons, integrated with them as another part of the awful STO experience. Somebody misused a term so now the fake-Poly from the shuttle is yelling at all of them: "This is not a mortar. This is a mortar bomb. If you're old enough to kill people, you're old enough to know the right words to describe how you did it."
He goes on, in depth, but Lacy's distracted from this showing of his dick by the showing of another dick as some soldier takes another soldier to task for failing to salute. Again she notes that war is inherently stupid and made for insecure men, but then when suddenly the yelling soldier has the other one on his knees and orders a Cylon to execute him for -- again -- failing to salute. Fuck that. Lacy runs out of the tent and over to the scene of this bullshit and tells the robot to cut that shit right out, and... It does. And doesn't move another muscle to hurt the guy. But the wonderful feeling of seeing a stop to senseless playground politics at their Blackwater worst gets goosebumps on it when the Cylon says, "By your command."
Oh, yeah. It's all happening this week on Caprica.
Too bad "this week" is a figure of speech, but you know what I mean. Anyway, Diego hauls her in for unlawful discharge of a robot being cool for once, and she points out that murdering this kid Lexon for refusing to salute not only teaches us nothing about discipline or chain of command, and everything about how this place is a terrible idea covered in fucked-up ideology sauce. Plus, how are you supposed to hold a conversation and look at Diego at the same time? Hats off to Lacy Rand. "What happened to inspiring people to fight for what's right?" she asks, for about the millionth time, and Diego tiredly tells her that when she's in charge, she can do whatever she wants. She's like, "Buddy, I fuckin' will."
Oh but also, why are you magic on robots? No idea. Maybe because my best friend blew herself up because of jerks like you -- and because her boyfriend couldn't handle her unique gender situation -- and now a little tiny fragment of her beautiful soul lies in each and every one of the robots, and all they know is that they loved me long after she died? (Every time she died? And okay but also, how funny that this story is so much like Zoë's favorite book series when she was a kid? Maybe Lacy can ride the robots and discover robot-riding time travel? And go back to Kobol and get the Thirteenth Colony to come forward with her in time and stop all this monotheist nonsense, thus explaining where the Thirteenth Colony went but also stranding us with the backwater crumminess of the Thirteenth Colony?) But Lacy's not about to spill these little factoids, because then she'd have to explain about Clarice and Barnabus and the whole Operation Dumbo Drop situation and they really would kill her, so she shakes her head with that Lacy face: "Maybe he has a sense of decency."