Day Four,
Morning

When I brought Stella her breakfast, I noticed she did have a book, but she stopped reading it when I came in. She closed it and put it on the bed. While Stella ate, I set up the recorder, then waited until she finished.

ANON: I see someone did bring you something to read. May I see it?

Stella got up from the table, went to the bed and brought it to me.

ANON: "A History of the Art of Brewing, and Breweries of Virgon." A thousand pages! I cannot believe someone actually saved something like this.

[For those of you who don't much about Virgon: Although known for its vast forests, its main export was Virgon Brew, a high end, and I am told, a delicious beer. The survivors have continued to practice this art, providing beer and other alcoholic beverages to the fleet, and becoming "wealthy" in the process.]

STELLA: Perhaps it was the only thing someone had left to remind them of their home.

ANON: You're probably right. Okay, today I'd like to cover a different subject. But first, do you hate me?

STELLA: What?

ANON: Do you hate me. It's a simple question – yes or no?

STELLA: No, I don't hate you. You have been uncommonly kind to me.

ANON: Do you hate humanity, you know – humans?

STELLA: No, I can't say that I do.

ANON: So what about the other Sixes? Or other models?

STELLA: I can't say for sure, but for the most part, I would think maybe some do, and some don't.

ANON: I see. So, if there isn't a solid consensus about hating us, why are you trying to exterminate us? Why not just let us live as we were doing?

STELLA: I'm not sure if I can answer that.

ANON: Okay, a little history from our point of view: We humans created the Cylons as a labor force. They rebelled. We had a war that lasted twelve years, then an armistice was signed. And for forty years we never heard from you. Then all of a sudden, as we were to discover, you evolved from mechanical to biological beings, infiltrated the twelve colonies, and then nuked the planets in an attempt to completely exterminate us.
See, I don't understand that. There must be thousands of planets you could have colonized. But, instead, you came back. Obviously, you didn't want the colonial worlds since you rendered them unlivable for thousands of years. So – why?

Stella didn't speak for a long time. And I couldn't tell if she really didn't know, or if she was afraid of revealing secrets.

STELLA: It was decided the humans had to be eliminated.

ANON: Who decided? I had the impression all the models got an equal vote. So, did more of you vote to wipe us out than those who voted not to?

STELLA: Something like that, I suppose.

ANON: So why didn't the ones voting not to kill us just refuse to go to war?

STELLA: When Admiral Adama gives his marines or pilots an order, do they refuse?

ANON: Well, you do have a point. But that brings me to the conclusion that there is one model who gives orders to – controls, all of the others. Is that correct?

STELLA: I – I'd rather not say.

ANON: Okay, but by refusing to answer, it makes your answer seem to be 'yes.' It's like you're hiding some bit of information you don't want us to know about.

STELLA: I still don't want to answer.

ANON: Very well. I told you that you didn't have to answer if you didn't want to. So, I think we will end this session now. If I haven't said it before, I do appreciate your candor. I'll try to get you something a bit more interesting to read. So I will see you this evening.

After I left the cell, Stella lay back down on the bed and began reading.

Day Four
Evening

When I arrived, Stella was sitting on the edge of the bed, when I put her food on the table, she sat down and began to eat. She was acting rather odd, or rather not at all – no expression, no greeting. After I removed the plate and turned on the recorder she spoke.

STELLA: I've been thinking about what we talked about this morning, and I have a question for you.

ANON: Okay, what is it?

STELLA: Do you hate me?

ANON: No, not at all. In fact, I rather like you. And I think if our situation was different, I might even have asked you out.

STELLA: Do you hate other Sixes? Or Eights? Or – Cylons in general?

ANON: I don't hate you, any of you. I do hate what you have done, wanted to do. Maybe if I tried, I could muster up something akin to hate for the ones who ordered the destruction of all mankind. And since you brought up the subject – something I hadn't intended to pursue, but you never did say why the order was given to wipe us out.

STELLA: [a long pause] After the one true God created humans, you became sinful. You rejected God, and the love he has for you. Instead, you invented the Lords of Kobol – false gods to worship. So God commanded that you create us, the Cylons, to be a more perfect being, and to take the place of humanity. So it was only natural that humans had to be eliminated in order for us to evolve.

ANON: Do all Cylons believe this?

STELLA: As far as I know. Do all humans worship the Lords of Kobol?

ANON: Most do. Some take it to extremes. Others do not believe at all. And I wouldn't be surprised if there are some monotheistic believers.

There was a pause while I inserted another tape in the recorder. Stella asked for water, which I had forgotten to bring. I got a pitcher from a guard.

ANON: Well, I think I know just about all I need to about your religious beliefs, so, I'd like to change the subject. [I cleared my throat, took a drink of water and checked that the recorder was on.] So, do all of you have the same personality – all the Sixes, all the Eights, the Fours, Fives?

STELLA: Yes and no. I think we might have in the beginning, but just like identical twins, as we go through our lives, the things we see and do, the interactions, color our personalities. And of course, the ones who visited the colonial worlds, then died, and then were resurrected, are much different from the ones who remained on the base ships.

ANON: I see, interesting. [I took another swallow of water.] And changing the subject again. When Cylons aren't plotting to wipe out humanity, what do you do?

STELLA: I don't know what you mean.

ANON: The other Cylons, the ones we aren't currently battling against – do they have hobbies? Do they play Pyramid? Is there a league? What about weekly poker games?

There was a very long pause. I have to admit I am getting rather good at reading Stella's face – her expressions, her eyes, her mouth, and so on. So I could tell there was something going on she didn't really want me to know. So I was surprised when, instead of telling she didn't know, or didn't want to answer, she did.

STELLA: Mostly, I think they are exploring the worlds you left behind. Probably the ones with the more industrialized or developed cities such as Caprica, Picon, Canceron, Leonis, and others.

ANON: I don't understand, the colonies were bombed with nuclear weapons, how can anyone, even Cylons, visit those worlds, much less explore them?

Again, there was a pause, but not quite as long as the first.

STELLA: Because we, as you humans are so quick to remind us, are machines. Radiation doesn't affect us as it does you. Of course, there are places that are so highly irradiated that even the Centurions can't tolerate.

Another pause, but this time it was I who had nothing to say; I was dumbstruck. And I knew this was something that Admiral Adama might want to know about; should know about.

STELLA: You are leaving now?

ANON: Yeah, I think I am. I realize this session has been shorter than usual, but I do have other things I need to attend to.

STELLA: Before you go, I have a … request.

ANON: Of course, what is it?

This time a very long pause, and a troubled look on Stella's face.

STELLA: I have been cooperative, haven't I?

ANON: Yes, very cooperative. I've been most satisfied with the results of this interview.

STELLA: At the beginning, before we started, you told me that if I didn't cooperate that you couldn't guarantee that my safety could be assured.

ANON: I seem to recall saying something like that.

STELLA: And when this is finally over and you no longer come every day to ask your questions, then once again I will be at the mercy of the guards. Is that a correct assessment?

ANON: Yes, I'm afraid it is.

STELLA: I have a solution, but now I will need your cooperation.

ANON: I'm listening.

STELLA: I believe that only way for me not to be beaten at the whim of whoever, is if I were … pregnant.

Again, I was speechless. This was the last thing I expected. I thought maybe she would ask if I would continue to visit her. Or arrange for someone else. When I finally found my voice, I said,

ANON: So, you want me and you – to –

STELLA: Yes I want us to have sex. If you continue to come twice a day, and we copulate with each visit, the odds that I am impregnated should be good.

At this point I got up and began to pace. I really didn't know what to do. On the one hand, despite being a Cylon, she WAS a beautiful woman, and my feelings for her had grown more than I realized. Plus, it had been too long since I had been with a woman. But I knew if Admiral Adama or President Roslin found out I would be in serious trouble – maybe; or maybe not. While pacing, I passed by her chair and she grabbed my hand with both of hers. Her eyes were filled with desperate pleading. This was the first time I had ever seen such an emotion from her.

STELLA: Please. Can't you do this – for me? It doesn't have to be a big production. We don't have to take our clothes off. I'll just lay down and pull up my dress, and you do what you do, and then it will be over, until the next time?

ANON: I must be frakkin' crazy. But alright. I'll do it.

As Stella and I looked at each other, things were suddenly very awkward. Neither seemed to know what to do next. Then she got up from the chair, lay down on the bed and as promised, pulled her dress high enough that her genitals were exposed (she wasn't wearing any underwear). I walked to the foot of her bed and I began to unbuckle my belt, unzipped my pants, unsnapped them at the waist, and pulled them to my knees. I could tell we were both embarrassed, looking at each other like that. I crawled over the foot of the bed until I was in position then Stella used one hand and guided me into her, and we began.
And it was pretty much a "Slam, Bam, Thank you, Ma'am" kind of thing, and a few minutes later it was over. I think we both were trying not to let the passion show, but we both let a few moans and groans escape, and there was panting. Apparently, it had been some time for her as well. A few minutes later I got up off her, pulled up my pants, rezipped, rebuckled, and began to gather up my things. Stella pulled her dress back down to her knees. As I was leaving, she softly asked if I was coming back the next morning. I nodded yes and left without looking back at her.