Hiding in plain view. ((open to anyone!))

[chiron_survivor]

She didn't flee to the Nexus immediately. At first, she was just in shock. The cylons were back, except this time, they were running the government. A "coalition" government, but everyone knew what that really meant.

It didn't make sense to her. They hated humans. Why not just destroy them and be done with it?

Her boyfriend assumed it was some sort of elaborate revenge plot, or a way to salvage the aspects of humanity the cylons considered worth keeping. He wanted her to agree with him, to be red-hot about it, too, but Adia was too distracted. She kept seeing Caspar's face -- the one she thought she knew -- and comparing it with the ones she kept seeing, wherever she went.

She could tell it was bothering him, that her attention was elsewhere.

Later, in the middle of the night when she knew she wouldn't be missed by any humans, and prayed she wouldn't be missed by any cylons, she PINpointed to the Nexus.

She sat at a Nexus terminal and typed out a message for anyone to read.

The cylons are on New Caprica.

Only then did she cry.

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[chiron-survivor.livejournal.com]

"It isn't all written down somewhere? Preserved?" She sighs. "We're trying to preserve what we can but there is plenty in our distant history that is just myth and legend now."

"No, they definitely don't want to be seen as human. They want to live alongside us, but even the ones who act like they care about humans still think they're better than us." She shrugs a little. "We can't, um... I don't think we're compatible, genetically."

[nevertrustcrows.livejournal.com]

"It must be. Unfortunately, I'm neither rich enough or have a high enough social standing to walk into a private library and see for myself." He looks understandably sulky about this and broods behind his drink while Adia talks. "You would think that by now we would have learned to stop fact becoming myth. Humans as a whole, I mean."

He gives a vague grunt, thinking before speaking. "If they wanted to be like you then you might be able to rest on equal ground. It's hard to tell what they want with things being the way you describe them."

[chiron-survivor.livejournal.com]

Adia sits up a little straighter, indignant on Martel's behalf. "What? You mean people just hoard books and don't let anyone except their rich friends see them? That's awful..." She shakes her head a little and adds, "There are wars, though, and catastrophe. Written records get destroyed. You have to have things written down exactly or better yet, photographs and videos, or facts get messed with almost as soon as they happen."

She nods somberly and drains a bit more of her glass. "I have to remind myself that they may not have the same motivations we do. All this time, I assumed they wanted revenge, but... I don't know, maybe it's more complicated than that."

[nevertrustcrows.livejournal.com]

"I told you my world is mad." He listens and nods as she speaks, then interrupts himself as he goes for a drink. "We do have bards. I forgot about those... I've only seen one once. They come pretty close to being record keepers. Though the idea of oral history keeping is... odd."

"You would need to understand their own form of psychology. An area in which 'anything goes' as it is," he mumbles behind his glass. "It seems strange that you would know so little about the things you created."

[chiron-survivor.livejournal.com]

"Why is it odd? A lot of cultures do it... what kind of instrument did the bard play?" And why has Martel only seen one? But this question comes to her belatedly, while she takes another sip of brandy. Maybe it's too difficult to make a living singing songs about the past.

The comment irritates her a little, but she tries not to take it personally. "The cylons that humans created were most like the Centurions, the ones that still look like robots. And a rudimentary form at that... they changed, after they fled the colonies. It's not like we ever had this sort of technology. It might as well be magic to us."

[nevertrustcrows.livejournal.com]

"Do they?" Excuse him, history and culture are not his strong points. "It just seems... difficult to keep facts alive through word-of-mouth. He was playing a..." Lichtenstein sits back and scratches his chin as he tries to recall. "I think it was guitar. Or a violin. It had strings."

"Hm. Evolution." Well, not really. Not real evolution. It was more like redesigning, but the thought is still amusing. "I wonder whether the majority of the next generation they created felt harder done by than the first."