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Ongoing Battlestar Galactica thread of doom.

I categorically refuse to believe that human beings would willingly march off into a field to live a life without indoor plumbing, this for me was the critical strike against the suspension of disbelief in a show about gods and robots and spaceships
 
Toilets are the first step towards killer robots.
 
People don't flush them so they invent toilets that flush themselves. With a little red electric eye to tell if you're done doing your business. Then vandals smash them so they make them out of stainless steel. Add a gun to prevent people from writing on the walls...
 
I suppose the argument could be made that since at least New Caprica they were already running out of shit like antibiotics to the point that Apollo was hording them for his pilots, that collectively the fleet was past the point of re-establishing industrial civilization. In that view, there was no future where Lee Adama isn't eaten by a lion or something because he ran out of ammunition or where everyone doesn't die of what would have otherwise been trivial ailments like infections and broken limbs, etc. But the show didn't really do a lot to establish that outside of bits like "this is the last tube of toothpaste" or the rest of the fleet captains deciding what to pick from the deteriorating Galactica like vultures circling a dying animal.

I feel like at least some of this could have been resolved by having at least some of the colonials deciding to go with the Cylon centurions aboard their Basestar. I mean given the choice between living with unblinking killer robots that live in a 2000's era Apple Store *with bathrooms* and dying of dysentery in the prehistoric Savannah with people who won't master personal hygiene as a concept for thousands of years, I know what I'm choosing. You unwashed cretins can pry my TOTO toliet/bidet combo from my cold dead asscheeks!

Really I just blame Apollo. He wanted to be a fighter jock because of daddy issues, then he wanted to be a lawyer at the end of time because of daddy issues, and then he got everybody to dumpster civilization because... well I think it was because he really wanted to fuck his dead brother's wife? I dunno what they were doing with that.
 
I've always been okay with the ending, because after 4 or 5 years or whatever being cooped up on broken down old tin cans, facing destruction at every turn, probably everything smelling like actual shit everywhere, a nice temperate planet with fresh air and water and food would be a good shot. With or without the amenities. I mean they were probably used to the idea of dying, so why not try for a little panache? Or some semblance of actual freedom.
 
I wanted to see Baltar hooking up with a neanderthal woman.
 
TIR the ending of BSG is basically the ending of Douglas Adams' "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe."
 
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