Post by JustinB on Feb 6, 2005 20:15:26 GMT -6
The following story was written by Amy. It is a great piece of work and once again should be shared.
P.S Amy was happy to give me permission to post this...Thanks Amy..
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A CYLON TALE
Nearly 20 yahrens ago, on the empty, deserted planet of Caprica, a Lucifer-class Cylon stood, looking out over the great and empty expanses before him. All was good, he concluded. The humans were defeated. A few had fled, but that was of no matter. What could a mere handful of humans accomplish?
The scorched planet policy was a success. Caprica was a dead, barren world. But what was this? Off to his right a single flower still grew. Defiant, impossible, but yet it was still there. The Cylon walked over to where the flower grew. It stood tall, taller than any the Cylon had ever seen. Slightly irritated, the Cylon crushed the flower under his foot, then turned and boarded his shuttle.
On his next survey trip, the Cylon stepped out of his shuttle only to be startled by the group of flowers that now grew where only one grew before. Nearly blowing a circuit, the Cylon angrily stomped and stomped, crushing the entire cluster of flowers. Concluding his other business, he again left.
On his final survey trip for the Imperious Leader, the Cylon stepped out of the shuttle and stopped dead in his tracks. Spread before him now was an entire meadow of flowers. He tried and tried to process what he saw before him, and stood for hours, but just couldn't get what it all meant. He knew, somehow, that in what happened to that single flower there was a lesson to be learned, but he just couldn't understand.
Some guys just don't get it.
P.S Amy was happy to give me permission to post this...Thanks Amy..
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A CYLON TALE
Nearly 20 yahrens ago, on the empty, deserted planet of Caprica, a Lucifer-class Cylon stood, looking out over the great and empty expanses before him. All was good, he concluded. The humans were defeated. A few had fled, but that was of no matter. What could a mere handful of humans accomplish?
The scorched planet policy was a success. Caprica was a dead, barren world. But what was this? Off to his right a single flower still grew. Defiant, impossible, but yet it was still there. The Cylon walked over to where the flower grew. It stood tall, taller than any the Cylon had ever seen. Slightly irritated, the Cylon crushed the flower under his foot, then turned and boarded his shuttle.
On his next survey trip, the Cylon stepped out of his shuttle only to be startled by the group of flowers that now grew where only one grew before. Nearly blowing a circuit, the Cylon angrily stomped and stomped, crushing the entire cluster of flowers. Concluding his other business, he again left.
On his final survey trip for the Imperious Leader, the Cylon stepped out of the shuttle and stopped dead in his tracks. Spread before him now was an entire meadow of flowers. He tried and tried to process what he saw before him, and stood for hours, but just couldn't get what it all meant. He knew, somehow, that in what happened to that single flower there was a lesson to be learned, but he just couldn't understand.
Some guys just don't get it.