Caprica Six: Invisibility
Caprica spends some time silently regarding the water in her drinking glass, turning it slowly to swirl the liquid around inside. She looks up after awhile to speak.

"I wouldn't want to be invisible. I think in some ways, I already know what it might be like. To be indistinguishable from what surrounds you. I've been that, as a Cylon among unaware humans on Caprica. I've blended in as if I'm one of you. 'Invisible' as a Cylon. And before I became more... individual... I was something like invisible among other Sixes as well. The same looks, the same personality, one of many and interchangeable. We had separate missions and I suppose that was the start. And now— I'm distinct now in my experiences and personality, but if I stood with the other Sixes with this light hair, you couldn't pick me out of them without knowing me very well, something of my expressions or how I carry myself. It'd be like I was invisible among very many identical sisters."

She runs a hand slowly through her hair, considering it, before looking back around her. "In a way, maybe we Sixes become the least invisible of the Cylons. The others don't vary their appearance, and they don't take on individual names. If they use a name at all, it's one they all share. They'd be indistinguishable to any of you, and even among us, the Ones are effectively a collective personality sharing memories, so it doesn't matter which physical body we interact with since it's ultimately shared. Sixes, though... Sometime about us is different, I suppose. We set ourselves apart, some sort of streak of rebellion and leadership, maybe. Most of us have this hair, but some of us have darker blonde hair, long or short, black. Different names, I mentioned that before. Lida, Sonja, Shelly. Natalie and Gina." It's difficult to think of some of the stories, but she lightens with a slight smirk. "Of course, with our looks, we never go unnoticed, do we?"

Looking to her side, her eyes focus somewhere in the space near her, and she lifts up her hand. "And there's something else, someone. I don't know what it means. You can't see him, but I do. He often appears to me, talks to me. I don't know what he is for sure. Is he— some sort of damage, a hallucination? A projection I'm not consciously aware of making? We can do that. We can project what we want to see around us, and share it with other Cylons, too. I see myself in a forest here, the dappled light and the breeze rustling, not in some café by the beach. What I don't know for certain is why I see him. I know what I believe and not what the factual reality might be. He knows things that I don't know and tells me them. He advises me. Mocks me sometimes, for... for trying to be like humans, telling me about human nature in such a cynical way. He appears as Gaius, a human man I loved. I saved Gaius's life, and it killed me. It literally killed me. And as soon as I was resurrected from it, I started seeing him. The others weren't aware of him, so I don't think he's a projection, but..."

She curls her fingers, then flexes them out and gestures to the space as she looks around again. "Obviously he's not anyone visible or audible to the rest of you. And that's... that's what I have to say about invisibility. Because I believe that he's an angel of God guiding me, visible only to me perhaps, but he's here with me all the same."