propose to do that? Oh, look, a cylon device. Really? How do you know what a cylon device looks like, doctor? Oh, I forgot to mention. Familiar with their technology because I'm having sex with a cylon for the last two years now. -I'll come up with something. -I love surprises. -Speaking of sex... -I... I don't think that's such a good idea right now, really. -Really. -Why not? No one will know. It'll be our little secret. -Doctor. -Yes. You asked for a report on how many civilian ships had your CNP program. Right. Thank you. Are you all right? You look a little flushed. I'm fine. Thank you very much. Okay. What are you thinking? I'm thinking someone else might need to be implicated as a cylon agent. He doesn't seem the type. And I don't remember seeing him at any of the cylon parties. Funny. He's a civilian. He's an outsider. And he's been aboard this ship for weeks with virtually unlimited access to this very room. -There is one problem, though. -Morally? Practically. So far aboard this ship, no one even suspects the cylons look like us now. This just gets worse and worse. Now the cylons look like us. Down to our blood. You realize what this means. They could be anywhere. -Anyone. -I've had time to think about it. -So what do we do? -I don't know. -How we doing in the warheads? -Magazine two is secure. Three and four within the hour. Something else. Lee is alive. Commander? I'm sorry. I, uh, gotta go. Ship's doctor says at first glance, everything in Leoben's body appears human. internal organs, lymphatic system, the works. Right, but the tissue sample yielded unique chemical compounds during the cremation that revealed the nature of the samples to be synthetic. -So he was a cylon. -Yes, he was. -And now we have a problem. -A big one. If the cylons look like us, then any one of us can be a cylon. That's a very frightening possibility. We need a way to screen human from cylon, and that's where you come in. Me? Rumor has it you're a genius. Well, I'll, uh, I'll certainly give it my all, commander. Keep this to yourself for now. We don't want to start panic or people to begin accusing their neighbors of being cylons because they don't brush their teeth in the morning. I'll be very discreet. You understand the mission. Put my head outside the storm, look around, listen for wireless traffic, come home. No heroics.This is strictly recon. -Look, listen, return. -You don't have to worry about me. My taste for heroics vanished about the time I engaged that first cylon fighter. Lee. Zak failed basic flight. -What? -Or at least he should've, but he didn't because I passed him. His technique was sloppy and he had no feel for flying, but I passed him. because he and I... because I felt something and I let it get in the way of doing my job, and I couldn't fail him. Why are you telling me this? Why..why now? It's the end of the world, Lee. I thought I should confess my sins. Set. -Halt. No sudden moves. -Whoa. Whoa. Wait a minute, guys. Down on your knees and cross your ankles, now. Wait. Just, just,just wait a minute. What, what? What do you want? Hands behind your head. If he's really a cylon, why hasn't the storm radiation made him sick by now? Well, I can only theorize that it takes a while for the storm's effects to become readily apparent on cylon physiology. By the time you'd encountered Leoben, he'd been here for several hours. I don't suppose it matters to you that I am not a cylon? The smartest thing you could do right now would be to shut your mouth. Are you sure? One can never be 100% sure. But, but the evidence, uh, the evidence seems conclusive. Basically, basically all I did was I expanded on, on your doctor's analysis of Leoben's corpse. I then went around the CIC discretely taking random hair samples from people who've been working there, subjected that to a special form of spectral ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Дерсу Узала на английском - текст Военно-полевой роман на английском - текст Дни затмения на английском - текст Потерянный уикэнд на английском - текст Секретный агент на английском |