From the miniseries, I thought there were six models of cylons, the humanoid ones being Model #6.
I am a large, semi-muscular man. I can take it. Don't hide behind Mal 'cause you know he'll shoot it down for you. Tell me.
Wash ,'War Stories'
Boxed Set, Vol. 1: Smallville, Due South, Farscape
A topic for the discussion of Farscape, Smallville, and Due South. Beware possible invasions of Stargate, Highlander, or pretty much anything else that captures our fancy. Expect Adult Content and discussion of the Big Gay Sex.
Jessica - Feb 05, 2005 2:03:04 pm PST #9602 of 10000
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?
§ ita § - Feb 05, 2005 2:37:04 pm PST #9603 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Blonde sex chick called herself number 6, and I assumed she just meant her model..
Strega - Feb 05, 2005 2:59:32 pm PST #9604 of 10000
In the miniseries she said, ""There are 12 models. I'm Number 6." I think the popular interpretation is that there are 12 models of the new, humanoid version, but she could be including the non-human varieties. 12 human versions give the writers more room for shocking revelations, though, so I suspect that's the intent.
§ ita § - Feb 05, 2005 3:05:06 pm PST #9605 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
They're being pretty parsimonious with the models so far ... but it must be sweet to get a gig playing one of them, because you could always come back, no matter what.
Hey! I wonder if Julie Benz needs a job.
Strega - Feb 05, 2005 3:15:28 pm PST #9606 of 10000
Heh. I keep wondering if the woman playing Boomer is happy about getting more screen time, or annoyed that she's playing two characters for the price of one.
Okay, probably the first one.
Sean K - Feb 05, 2005 9:10:21 pm PST #9607 of 10000
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
And then -- consider a ship that has absolutely no need for discrete controls. Even bigger cognitive leap.
See, I was okay with Starbuck being able to fly the ship by figuring out which muscles to yank and which nerve ganglia to poke. It's not like there was a control yoke in front of a human-shaped chair.
Beverly - Feb 05, 2005 9:58:59 pm PST #9608 of 10000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I'm still wondering when she took the time to paint under the wings.
§ ita § - Feb 06, 2005 4:50:06 am PST #9609 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I was okay with Starbuck being able to fly the ship by figuring out which muscles to yank and which nerve ganglia to poke
Firstly, I think it's a miracle that yanking and poking didn't get her killed. Secondly, how long would that take? Could you climb into a whale and work out how to make it swim, much less jump into hyperspace (work with me here)? The whole "no need for discrete controls" is the point -- it's not that it ended up having designed discrete controls. It's that it might as well have.
Nutty - Feb 06, 2005 4:56:49 am PST #9610 of 10000
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
...suddenly having a vision of some tiny bug leaping around my brain.
Oh, wait, that was smell I just poked. Not useful. Lessee, how about -- whoops, uncontrolled rage! Let's try, um, okay, that was memories of sex. Where the hell is this woman's muscle control center??
§ ita § - Feb 06, 2005 5:09:44 am PST #9611 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
In my brain it would be "Wait, this makes her punch people too? What about ... okay, now she's sitting down at a computer. How do you make this thing WALK????"