child. Look, I know this'd look bad in the Commander's Court, we being the only two humans on this entire planet, but there's no way in this galaxy, I... Spiritual child, Starbuck. Now, you are ready for progress, aren't you? Haven't you spent enough of your energy, enough of your resources toward serving yourself? I really talked too much to you, didn't I? Telling you my life story. Well, at least I was honest about my appetites and bad habits. Let's put them aside. Now, we should begin to make plans with the first light of dawn. If you choose. That was my rudder: Yeah, well, not anymore. Now it's a cradle for the baby. What time is the baby's estimated time of arrival? You make it sound like a battle squadron coming in for a landing. It's a baby, Cy, a baby. They have their own way of getting here when they're good and ready. At home, we simply make a new Cylon when we need one: Yeah, well, with humans, it takes nine and a half months from the time a mother and a father decide they want a child until they get one. Very primitive: But at least we will have another pair of strong hands to help turn the generator: Sorry, Cy, I got more bad news. You see, humans, unlike most creatures in nature, they arrive in a completely helpless mode. I'm afraid, you're gonna be up most of the night turning the generator to provide additional heat for the child. The infant can draw heat from its mother: Yes, but at night, it'll still need its wrappings changed. How long must we apply this procedure? For at least the first few months. This entire operation sounds like a typical human plan: Impractical and clumsy: It is not a wonder you lost the war: How is the launching vehicle coming? Angela, I've come up with some ideas, but they aren't very practical. There is no choice. The Cylons will soon respond to the distress beacon. How can you be so sure? Besides, it doesn't even work, I've ripped it out. But it was, so they know the course. Starbuck, it is predestined. They will come. Yeah, well... Look, I re-examined my own safety pod, the one I crashed in. By taking one of the Cylon's engines and structuring a few supports, I can fashion a craft of sorts, but it'll take time. And when I'm done, where will we go? My fleet by now is so far... Prepare the craft, Starbuck. We'll find the way. (GROANING) Are you all right? What? Cy, get over here. Yes, I'm all right, Starbuck. But there isn't much time. Please, the ship. You called? Yes, I need your help removing one of the engines from the main ship. From my ship? You're removing my engine? It's our ship, Cy. We share everything, remember? Besides, it's ruined. I'm gonna try and build a new one. How exciting: Where are we going? I haven't the faintest idea. Another great human plan heard from: Well, maybe I'm just humoring her to get her through the pain. Pain? Yes. Giving birth to human babies can be very painful. You people really ought to try our method: Fast, efficient, and painless: Well, I'll mention it to the Commander if we make it back to the fleet. Don't mention that the idea came from me: You humans are emotional about our having destroyed you: STARBUCK: It was a hopeless job with inadequate tools and parts: Still, in wasn't long before we had a crazy looking spaceship that was half Galactican and half Cylon: Even Cy was proud: We did it. Cy, we did it! We did it without her help: Well, now, let's not forget it was her idea. That has to count for something. Look, Cy, we're all in this together. You two are human: I alone am Cylon: We cannot be friends: Cy. Cy, come on. Let's give it a try. Cy, I can't do it alone. Starbuck! It's time. Oh, Lord. Cy! Get back here. It's coming! What's coming? The baby, Cy, the baby! (BABY CRYING) Our way is better: But, Cy, it's so beautiful. Just like its mother. You have a
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