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273 - "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" (Who watches the watchmen?)

In my current line of work, I've found I still take flack for being the Admiral's son, just of a different kind. People like to accuse me of being too invested in military interests, of being too easily influenced by my father, of putting the needs of Galactica before the rest of the fleet's. I've been accused of being nothing more than a mouthpiece for the Admiral, his way of legitimizing his control of all aspects of the fleet.

Contains spoilers for episode 4x18, 'Islanded in a Stream of Stars' )

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270 - Thirteen

((A press release from the Office of the Vice-President of the Colonies))

When I was in high school, my friends and I went to a local street fair and dared one another to go into a fortune teller's tent. She wasn't an Oracle or Priestess or anything like that, just some woman in a colorful scarf and lots of bracelets that I assumed would look at my palm or deal some cards and tell me vague, imprecise predictions that would apply to anyone.

I was the one who ended up walking in, of course, and instead of cards, she asked me my birth date. She said that numbers had great significance. She jotted down the date and did some calculations, I guess... and proceeded to make a bunch of vague, imprecise predictions that would apply to anyone.

That pretty much convinced me that numbers having great significance was anything but garbage. Until now.

Spoilers for current season of BSG )



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