Alone she sleeps in the 셔츠 of man
With my three wishes clutched in her hand
The first that she be spared the pain
That comes from a dark and laughing rain
When she finds love, may it always stay true
This I beg for the 초 wish I made, too
But wish no more; my life 당신 can take
To have her please just one 일 wake
To have her please
Just one day
Wake...
--Gaeta's Lament (Battlestar Galactica)
And it was from those haunting words that she was conceived. She was little 더 많이 than a spark, a whisper, the ghost of an idea...but she was there, nonetheless.
It was a long time before her ethereal presence finally took on a solid shape, and longer still before I gave her a face and a name; but at last, she was ready for her test-run.
"Let's go, let's go!" she sang, hopping in place from one foot to the other in happy anticipation. I suddenly felt a small twinge of doubt. She was very similar to me, both in looks and in personality. Perhaps too similar. And she wasn't completely finished, either. Did she need 더 많이 work? Would her presence distort the world I was sending her to? Could I exercise enough control to keep things in their natural order, yet still allow her the freedom she craved?
Was she ready?
"Come on, then!" The hopping turned into impatient bouncing, sending her hair flying up and down like a 샤워 of copper sparks. "Set me free! Oh please, let me go!"
My doubts were swallowed up 의해 delight as I looked at the girl again. Though incomplete, she was a lovely little thing. I had crafted her with 사랑 and I cared about her...and really, that was all that mattered.
So I smiled, whispered a blessing over her, and let her go.
With my three wishes clutched in her hand
The first that she be spared the pain
That comes from a dark and laughing rain
When she finds love, may it always stay true
This I beg for the 초 wish I made, too
But wish no more; my life 당신 can take
To have her please just one 일 wake
To have her please
Just one day
Wake...
--Gaeta's Lament (Battlestar Galactica)
And it was from those haunting words that she was conceived. She was little 더 많이 than a spark, a whisper, the ghost of an idea...but she was there, nonetheless.
It was a long time before her ethereal presence finally took on a solid shape, and longer still before I gave her a face and a name; but at last, she was ready for her test-run.
"Let's go, let's go!" she sang, hopping in place from one foot to the other in happy anticipation. I suddenly felt a small twinge of doubt. She was very similar to me, both in looks and in personality. Perhaps too similar. And she wasn't completely finished, either. Did she need 더 많이 work? Would her presence distort the world I was sending her to? Could I exercise enough control to keep things in their natural order, yet still allow her the freedom she craved?
Was she ready?
"Come on, then!" The hopping turned into impatient bouncing, sending her hair flying up and down like a 샤워 of copper sparks. "Set me free! Oh please, let me go!"
My doubts were swallowed up 의해 delight as I looked at the girl again. Though incomplete, she was a lovely little thing. I had crafted her with 사랑 and I cared about her...and really, that was all that mattered.
So I smiled, whispered a blessing over her, and let her go.
