Я нашел вам славное тихое местечко в психиатрии (с)
"You know, when wefought the Cylons, we did it to save ourselves from extinction. But we never answered the question, Why? Why are we as a people worth saving? We still commit murder because of greed, spite, jealousy. And we still visit all of our sins upon our children.”
As Adama spoke, Laura could see members of the audience shifting a little with discomfort. She was surprised to discover how much she was moved by the questions Adama was raising. She could not have known it, but out in space, circling in a patrol pattern around Galactica, the Viper pilots were listening on the wireless, and one in particular, the one called Apollo, was also surprised by the commander’s words. And even in the brig, Kara Thrace listened, wondering. And in the CIC, the officers on watch. And throughout the ship, everywhere crewmembers had a moment to pause in what they were doing and listen.“We refuse to accept the responsibility for anything that we’ve done. As we did with the Cylons—when we decided to play God. Create life. And that life turned against us. We comforted ourselves in the knowledge that it really not our fault. Not really.” He drew a breath. “Well, you cannot play God and then wash your hands of the things that you’ve created. Sooner or later the day comes when you can’t hide from the things that you’ve done anymore.”
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As Adama spoke, Laura could see members of the audience shifting a little with discomfort. She was surprised to discover how much she was moved by the questions Adama was raising. She could not have known it, but out in space, circling in a patrol pattern around Galactica, the Viper pilots were listening on the wireless, and one in particular, the one called Apollo, was also surprised by the commander’s words. And even in the brig, Kara Thrace listened, wondering. And in the CIC, the officers on watch. And throughout the ship, everywhere crewmembers had a moment to pause in what they were doing and listen.“We refuse to accept the responsibility for anything that we’ve done. As we did with the Cylons—when we decided to play God. Create life. And that life turned against us. We comforted ourselves in the knowledge that it really not our fault. Not really.” He drew a breath. “Well, you cannot play God and then wash your hands of the things that you’ve created. Sooner or later the day comes when you can’t hide from the things that you’ve done anymore.”
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