Alone she sleeps in the hemd, shirt 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 Sekunde wish I made, too
But wish no more; my life Du can take
To have her please just one Tag 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 Mehr than a spark, a whisper, the ghost of an idea...but she was there, nonetheless.
It was a long time before her ethereal presence...
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