The First Test

“That’s far enough, traitor!”
Traitor?” smiled the lone man amid the phalanx of Centurions, and began to laugh out loud. “Oh that’s a good one!” It took three minutes for him to regain his self-control. “I’m sorry, I’m forgetting my manners. My name is…Cavil. Zed Cavil. This,” he pointed toward the silent Centurions, “is my personal task force that’s here to prevent you from leaving while my little…experiment…runs its course.”
Josephs held his stance. “Are you saying you…are a Cylon?”
“Correct. I don’t have to reiterate what you’ve already figured out on your own, before I arrived.” He began to slowly inch his way toward the gaol. “But I will say this….”
The Constable let fly, and the arrow found its way straight into Cavil’s fedora. “I said, Toaster…that’s far enough!”
“No matter.” Cavil backed off just as slowly. “You’ve survived the first test. There will be two more in the next six days. If you manage to live through those…I will allow you to leave. I give you my word.”


Good News

“Our history, as you know, began with our mother world of Kobol, where twelve tribes lived together under the guidance of the Gods. But even then, there were those who did not follow the Lords of Kobol. They struck out on their own path, and founded their own Colonies.”
Gasps arose from the audience. “Yes! I said Colonies. Some passages contained in the Scrolls are indeed obscure, yet subtle. They are there to provide Hope for those in despair, as we are right now. The Gods knew that, even with the proscribed warnings, that we would want to find the answers we seek.
“Therefore it is a duty and an obligation for those who know to tell those who do not. It will be a long and arduous journey, fraught with many dangers, but also with great rewards. In the end, it will be worth it.”