Then shall the maidens rejoice at the dance. The children of the one reborn shall find their own country. Contact is inevitable, leading to information bleed. But you are a spark of God's fire. Assume the relaxation length of photons in the sample atmosphere is constant. Back in the stream that feeds the ocean that feeds the stream. The wing beat of the dove drown out the heartbeat of those who follow the Six is back in the stream. Thus will it come to pass. Protect the child. End of Line. - An amalgam of Hybrid-speak quotes over the course of the 2003-2009 TV series "Battlestar Galactica".
Well my favorite TV show has come to an end. Tonight (or actually "last night" since it's now very early Saturday morning) was the series finale.
I found it pretty satisfying though there were still some loose ends and some big plot holes, but all in all a good bow out. Certainly better than the ending of the original series which then spawned the ill-fated and horrifically bad "Galactica 1980".
BTW, I have to paste a copy of a now four year old post I stumbled across when I googled "human looking robot". The blogger had this to say about our friends "The Greys". Keep in mind the post just before this one where I outline my supposedly "novel" idea:
"Grey" aliens in my dream the other night...
A sort of story was what came through in the dream, from what I can deduce from my abstract recollection. This story involved all of humanity and lifeforms on Earth being the creation of the minds and doings of these grey beings (who appeared in my dream as the usual small, thin, grey bodies with large dark ovals for eyes). These apparently are the same beings that have appeared to many people for centuries on Earth in dream or vision form and have been the subject of controversy and fear ever since. However, the story that they seemed to relate to me in my dream was that we humans see these beings in this "grey alien" form only because this is the form that is represented to us when we try to see who we really are. From what I was "told" in the dream, these "aliens" are our actual "selves" and because we have both fear and curiosity at the same time there is this block that is created when both "sides" are trying to look at the other, when in a sense, they ARE each other. The other part of the dream-story was that there apparently are only just a few of these grey beings who are the creators of all that we know to be our world and ourselves, and we humans were created to play a sort of game. The beings say they do this because all of creation is a game to them and we are the players in this game. However, they have grown tired of watching the game and now want to make themselves known to the players and become one with their creation once more. In other words, "they" want to play, and they are on their way...