|Gaius Baltar (i_frak) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2011-08-23 21:40:00
|Entry tags:||gaius baltar, jack heart, race for mayor|
A Call To Legislature [Open]
She left him.
Doesn't she always?
Well, yes, she did. That was in her nature. Innocuous, taunting, deceitful. Distrusting in all manners of personal consequence. It had something to do with her mission to help him find his true path. But ever since arriving in this new and unfamiliar place, Gaius was beginning to doubt her words. She didn't sound quite as confident as she had when they were aboard the Galactica. It wasn't a note of trepidation in her voice. Nor was it a lingering sense in her quiescence when he tried to inquire more information from her. (She'd always been reluctant to say too much, after all. Like there was some code among imaginary mind dwellers.) He had surpassed his fears of going crazy, however. This was considerably relieving to his consciousness, which had been reeling in the idea that his natural body was in a state of shock somewhere. Perhaps a poor coma victim in the hands of Doc Cottle. (Oh, Gods, I can't imagine anything worse.) Except for maybe being under the care of the Admiral, who would most certainly flush his lifeless body outside of an airlock. And then there was the question of his possible Cylon life. Was he a Cylon? He still had yet to come to a decision in this respect. She had always just given him that omniscient smirk and sauntered off whenever he questioned his humanity (or lack thereof.) And the others around him? Well, the all hoped that he was. And, in a sense, so did he. It would justify his actions.
I destroyed humanity. I wiped out the Twelve Colonies. It's okay because I'm not one of them.
But such justifications always sounded good when spoken to oneself. Out loud there was more than just self-deception in those words.
Gaius was at an impasse. He could accept The City and its peculiarities. He could accept that this was where he was meant to be. That this was the will of the Gods or of God or of his own rabid subconscious. Or he could accept that he was crazy. That he had finally tipped the scales on behalf of madness. That none of this was real and there was nothing he could do about anything.
At heart, if he even still had a heart, he was a scientist. And, if nothing else, his experience had taught him one thing: lex parsimoniae. The explanation with the fewest assumptions is correct.
He made the decision to embrace his new life. And what better way to embrace it than by rebuilding himself? It was obvious that this city was in desperate need of someone like himself. Someone with the ability to take command, bring about a unity among others who felt misplaced, and create some sort of forward direction. This city needed a man of the future. A man with a vision. A man with education, scientific knowledge, charismatic virtues (okay, well, he would have to work on that a bit -- but nobody here really knew him,) and a passion for (self preservation?) diplomacy.
He might have been a little on the peculiar side (as some had already noticed,) but Gaius was an extremely perceptive individual. He saw the disparity in The City. The so-called heroes, their so-called villainous counterparts, and the others in between. And what about these wild, unexpected (unexplained) events that disrupted their new lives? Order was necessary.
Which was how he ended up at The City Court House filing a petition for immediate legislature. A vote for mayor was in order. And he was signing off his name as the first willing candidate for office. (Now all he had to do was win the populace -- or throw the vote. Yes, he learned a thing or two from President Roslin, despite evidence to the contrary.)