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Biogenesis

By Judy B

Word Count: 516
Date: 4/21/05
Series: Season 1
Rating: M
Category: Action
Pairing/Focus: Boomer, Adama, Apollo
Warnings: Mild violence
Summary: With thanks to the Scully from the X-Files
Spoilers/Disclaimers: Kobol's Last Gleaming, Pt. II


It began with an act of supreme violence. A big blue-black eruption inflating ever outward. Cylon birthed of death and shadow. Death and dust, years after the Lords of Kobol.

Who's idea was this? Who had the temerity for such conception? And the rationality? Were we but part of that design years ago or is this just another nightmare of mine?

Did humans possess such gall as to create themselves but in a lower image.

They were not the one True God, yet they acted like it. Is that why we came back to destroy them? To teach them humility and grace divine?

Are we then produced just to die out? To be fruitful and multiply and fill again the universe before giving way to our successive generations?

If there is a beginning, must there be an end? Is this my end?

We burn like flames in our time only to be wiped out, to relinquish to the elements endless reclaim - death and dust.

Will this all cease one day? Life no longer giving way to life. The world left barren like the cosmos above.

We come like a plague, and we are powerful. But the one true God is more powerful than us all.

Will the hand that illuminated our flame let it burn down, let it burn out?

Could we too be terminated like we have done to most of the Twelve Tribes of Kobol when our work is done?

And, who sustains the flame? Are we permitted to question? Humans questioned. And look what has happened to them.

"Yes, sir," Boomer smiled and stepped towards Cmdr. Adama, extending the hand containing her pistol. Can the one supreme God reignite the spark even as it grows human and decrepit?

Two shots ripped through the torso of her Commander. Blood oozed - dark red against dark gray.

Or is this fire of life dwelling within us designed to continue?

And, who decides? Boomer wondered.

Adama fell back and away from the shots landing on the tactical table behind him. There were screams, but Boomer only heard a moment of silence, three beats before the whispering in her mind offset the noise and outside.

What could she tell them? she wondered idly. That she was Cylon and that the one true God had come to her in the form of many clones of herself and beseeched her to eliminate him? Under the words of love, the call had been impossible to ignore.

Someone grabbed her and the whispering of the other Boomer's intensified. And from this distance, one might not ever imagine she was a killer.

Why have we come? Boomer wondered as they dragged her backwards. Apollo was screaming, but her thoughts drowned out even her good, friend's agony.

Did we come so that we didn't pass as those before us into the oblivion? Or will the mystery be revealed to us on Earth... through a symbol, a sign, a revelation...a child?