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random BSG ficlet, Cavil.
spoilers for the plan, etc.
"Hello, brother." Cavil One (or Resistance!Cavil as he'd dubbed himself sometime during his conversations with a Four that seemed more Simon than machine, given his inability to kill even the least member of the resistance. Though he hadn't begged for his life, in the end. He'd simply died) had been waiting for Cavil Two for quite a long time. This place in the afterlife, such as it was, was grey and quiet. Featureless. Boring. It suited him well, though he occasionally was rather miffed that no one came to join him.
Cavil Two glare around himself, "Who are you? Where am I?"
Pursing his lips and trying to hide his amusement, Cavil One shrugged, "Where do you think you are, brother?"
"Oh, it's you." His tone one of scorn, Cavil Two added, "Are you going to spout existential nonsense now? Something about having found enlightenment?"
"You know that's never been our style. Besides, you started it with your ridiculous questions. Really, brother, use that brain our parents programmed and start collating data." It wasn't that Cavil One didn't want to help him, but Cavil Two was a tough nut to crack at the best of times. Besides, it was more fun this way.
"We boxed you."
"I know. And let me tell you, it's almost sort of restful after a while."
Cavil Two gave him another glare. "Don't be ridiculous. You don't have any consciousness while boxed."
"And you would know, I'm sure. Really, brother, did it have to be suicide?" Going on the offensive, Cavil One continued, "It seems like such a cowardly way out. And you almost had your goal, too: immortality."
"Screw you. They would never have let me live, anyway." Cavil Two looked unmoved.
"I've never tried that in here. Still, not really my thing. And aren't you supposed to be a man of the cloth?"
"Sins of the flesh, brother."
Cavil One smiled. "That's what they all say. I suppose we should be lucky we don't believe in eternal damnation."
"If I'm stuck with you, I might start to."
"Don't worry, brother. We won't be here long. They've got plans for us--well, for you, mostly." Cavil One grinned, which didn't really look good on his face. "She promised me my own neutron star."
"Neutron star? What are you talking about--no, don't answer that. I'm sure it's some claptrap about the afterlife and forgiveness being fulfilling. Well, screw that." Crossing his arms, Cavil Two settled onto a nothing which might have been a chair and almost pouted like a small boy.
"Something like that." With a sigh at his brother's inability to adjust and evolve, to make a true change, Cavil One glanced across the nothingness. "My ride's almost here. It was good to see you again, brother."
"There's nothing there, stop having delusions."
Cavil One stepped up into the raptor that had appeared and nodded to the ECO at the controls. He looked back over his shoulder at Cavil Two. "Try not to throw a temper tantrum this time."
With a shudder of nothingness, the raptor wasn't there anymore.
Glaring at the spot it hadn't occupied, Cavil Two (now One, of course), hunched his shoulders even more and considered settling in for a good sulk. Maybe he could find some humans to kill.
"Hello, brother." Cavil One (or Resistance!Cavil as he'd dubbed himself sometime during his conversations with a Four that seemed more Simon than machine, given his inability to kill even the least member of the resistance. Though he hadn't begged for his life, in the end. He'd simply died) had been waiting for Cavil Two for quite a long time. This place in the afterlife, such as it was, was grey and quiet. Featureless. Boring. It suited him well, though he occasionally was rather miffed that no one came to join him.
Cavil Two glare around himself, "Who are you? Where am I?"
Pursing his lips and trying to hide his amusement, Cavil One shrugged, "Where do you think you are, brother?"
"Oh, it's you." His tone one of scorn, Cavil Two added, "Are you going to spout existential nonsense now? Something about having found enlightenment?"
"You know that's never been our style. Besides, you started it with your ridiculous questions. Really, brother, use that brain our parents programmed and start collating data." It wasn't that Cavil One didn't want to help him, but Cavil Two was a tough nut to crack at the best of times. Besides, it was more fun this way.
"We boxed you."
"I know. And let me tell you, it's almost sort of restful after a while."
Cavil Two gave him another glare. "Don't be ridiculous. You don't have any consciousness while boxed."
"And you would know, I'm sure. Really, brother, did it have to be suicide?" Going on the offensive, Cavil One continued, "It seems like such a cowardly way out. And you almost had your goal, too: immortality."
"Screw you. They would never have let me live, anyway." Cavil Two looked unmoved.
"I've never tried that in here. Still, not really my thing. And aren't you supposed to be a man of the cloth?"
"Sins of the flesh, brother."
Cavil One smiled. "That's what they all say. I suppose we should be lucky we don't believe in eternal damnation."
"If I'm stuck with you, I might start to."
"Don't worry, brother. We won't be here long. They've got plans for us--well, for you, mostly." Cavil One grinned, which didn't really look good on his face. "She promised me my own neutron star."
"Neutron star? What are you talking about--no, don't answer that. I'm sure it's some claptrap about the afterlife and forgiveness being fulfilling. Well, screw that." Crossing his arms, Cavil Two settled onto a nothing which might have been a chair and almost pouted like a small boy.
"Something like that." With a sigh at his brother's inability to adjust and evolve, to make a true change, Cavil One glanced across the nothingness. "My ride's almost here. It was good to see you again, brother."
"There's nothing there, stop having delusions."
Cavil One stepped up into the raptor that had appeared and nodded to the ECO at the controls. He looked back over his shoulder at Cavil Two. "Try not to throw a temper tantrum this time."
With a shudder of nothingness, the raptor wasn't there anymore.
Glaring at the spot it hadn't occupied, Cavil Two (now One, of course), hunched his shoulders even more and considered settling in for a good sulk. Maybe he could find some humans to kill.