Someone over at Jim's remarked that the minor characters in BSG seem to have overshadowed the principals. So...
Caprica Six and Sharon Valerii are Downloaded
The Hybrid: We’re Cylons! We’re the opposite of people!
The Hybrid: We’re more of the nudity, F/X, and exposition school. Well, we can do you F/X and nudity without the exposition, and we can do you F/X and exposition without the nudity, and we can do you all three concurrent or consecutive. But we can’t give you nudity and exposition without the F/X. F/X is compulsory. They’re all F/X, you see. Sharon Valerii: Is that what people want? The Hybrid: It’s what we do.
Sharon Valerii: All your life you live so close to truth it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye. And when something nudges it into outline, it’s like being ambushed by a grotesque. [Baltar enters.] Baltar: Miss me?
Caprica Six: Did you ever think of yourself as actually in stasis, lying in a box with a lid on it? Sharon Valerii: No. Caprica Six: Nor do I, really. It’s silly to be depressed by it. I mean, one thinks of it like being alive in a box. One keeps forgetting to take into account the fact that one is in stasis, which should make all the difference, shouldn’t it? I mean, you’d never know you were in a box, would you? It would be just like you were asleep in a box. Not that I’d like to sleep in a box, mind you. Not without any air. You’d wake up downloaded for a start, and then where would you be? In a box. That’s the bit I don’t like, frankly. That’s why I don’t think of it. Because you’d be helpless, wouldn’t you? Stuffed in a box like that. I mean, you’d be in there forever, even taking into account the fact that you’re in stasis. It isn’t a pleasant thought. Especially if you’re in stasis, really. Ask yourself, if I asked you straight off, “I’m going to stuff you in this box. Now, would you rather be in stasis or dead?” naturally, you’d prefer to be in stasis. Life in stasis is better than no life at all, I expect. You’d have a chance, at least. You could lie there thinking, “Well, at least I’m not dead. In a minute somebody is going to bang on the lid, and tell me to come out.” [bangs on lid] Caprica Six: “Hey you! What’s your name? Come out of there!” Sharon Valerii:[long pause] I think I’m going to kill you. Caprica Six: How many times before you get bored?
Caprica Six: Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occured to you that humans don’t go on forever. Must have been shattering. Stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it. It never occured to me at all. We must be born with an intuition of human mortality. Before we know the word for it. Before we know that there are words. Out we come, bloodied and squawling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, they have only one direction. And time is its only measure.
Sharon Valerii: I think I have it. A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself. Caprica Six: Or just as mad. Sharon Valerii: Or just as mad. Caprica Six: And he does both. Sharon Valerii: So there you are. Caprica Six: Stark raving sane. Head Baltar: Oh, bravo.
Caprica Six: I don’t believe in it anyway. Sharon Valerii: What? Caprica Six: Earth. Sharon Valerii: Just a conspiracy of cosmographers, then?
Sharon Valerii: We’re still finding our feet. The Hybrid: I should concentrate on not losing your head.
Sharon Valerii: What’s the first thing you remember? Caprica Six:[thinks] No, it’s no good. It was a long time ago. Sharon Valerii: No, you don’t take my meaning. What’s the first thing you remember after all the things you’ve forgotten? Caprica Six: Oh, I see… I’ve forgotten the question.
I don't think I can forgive her for what she did to Galen, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't love every minute of it.
ReplyDeleteNo wonder the skinjobs don't have sex or kids; that mutual holodeck looks way more fun. You should see what my hypothetical kid did at school today!
(So tobacco has a higher production priority than toothpaste?)
Someone over at Jim's remarked that the minor characters in BSG seem to have overshadowed the principals. So...
ReplyDeleteCaprica Six and Sharon Valerii are Downloaded
The Hybrid: We’re Cylons! We’re the opposite of people!
The Hybrid: We’re more of the nudity, F/X, and exposition school. Well, we can do you F/X and nudity without the exposition, and we can do you F/X and exposition without the nudity, and we can do you all three concurrent or consecutive. But we can’t give you nudity and exposition without the F/X. F/X is compulsory. They’re all F/X, you see.
Sharon Valerii: Is that what people want?
The Hybrid: It’s what we do.
Sharon Valerii: All your life you live so close to truth it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye. And when something nudges it into outline, it’s like being ambushed by a grotesque.
[Baltar enters.]
Baltar: Miss me?
Caprica Six: Did you ever think of yourself as actually in stasis, lying in a box with a lid on it?
Sharon Valerii: No.
Caprica Six: Nor do I, really. It’s silly to be depressed by it. I mean, one thinks of it like being alive in a box. One keeps forgetting to take into account the fact that one is in stasis, which should make all the difference, shouldn’t it? I mean, you’d never know you were in a box, would you? It would be just like you were asleep in a box. Not that I’d like to sleep in a box, mind you. Not without any air. You’d wake up downloaded for a start, and then where would you be? In a box. That’s the bit I don’t like, frankly. That’s why I don’t think of it. Because you’d be helpless, wouldn’t you? Stuffed in a box like that. I mean, you’d be in there forever, even taking into account the fact that you’re in stasis. It isn’t a pleasant thought. Especially if you’re in stasis, really. Ask yourself, if I asked you straight off, “I’m going to stuff you in this box. Now, would you rather be in stasis or dead?” naturally, you’d prefer to be in stasis. Life in stasis is better than no life at all, I expect. You’d have a chance, at least. You could lie there thinking, “Well, at least I’m not dead. In a minute somebody is going to bang on the lid, and tell me to come out.”
[bangs on lid]
Caprica Six: “Hey you! What’s your name? Come out of there!”
Sharon Valerii: [long pause] I think I’m going to kill you.
Caprica Six: How many times before you get bored?
Caprica Six: Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occured to you that humans don’t go on forever. Must have been shattering. Stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it. It never occured to me at all. We must be born with an intuition of human mortality. Before we know the word for it. Before we know that there are words. Out we come, bloodied and squawling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, they have only one direction. And time is its only measure.
Sharon Valerii: I think I have it. A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself.
Caprica Six: Or just as mad.
Sharon Valerii: Or just as mad.
Caprica Six: And he does both.
Sharon Valerii: So there you are.
Caprica Six: Stark raving sane.
Head Baltar: Oh, bravo.
Caprica Six: I don’t believe in it anyway.
Sharon Valerii: What?
Caprica Six: Earth.
Sharon Valerii: Just a conspiracy of cosmographers, then?
Sharon Valerii: We’re still finding our feet.
The Hybrid: I should concentrate on not losing your head.
Sharon Valerii: What’s the first thing you remember?
Caprica Six: [thinks] No, it’s no good. It was a long time ago.
Sharon Valerii: No, you don’t take my meaning. What’s the first thing you remember after all the things you’ve forgotten?
Caprica Six: Oh, I see… I’ve forgotten the question.