I liked it. Someone at another forum brought up a reminder of a [now] very
haunting thing said over and over by the hybrid on BSG:
"Mists of dreams drip along the nascent echo and love no more. End of line."
Tell me that the collective cylon soul isn't the nascent echo of Zoe Greystone. A soul that will love no more the longer she's trapped in a cylon body. So much for the real Zoe's dreams of positive change. Her child creation will
"change all that," just like she said. She never could have imagined how.