A finale that could have been written by MKULTRA. In fact, it probably was.
First hour: awesome, right through the point Starbucks jumps to paleo Earth using co-ordinates from Dylan's "Watchtower".
Then, an incredibly disappointing last hour.
I hate it when otherwise intelligent people buy into the "we were happier in simpler times" meme.
"If only they had never discovered fire I'm sure I'd be happier", he thinks. "Better fed, too."
Perhaps if Laura had been eaten by a smilodon or Ellen had been ripped apart by a pack of dire wolves or Six had immediately been flatlined by malaria or yellow fever the Old Man would've second guessed their decision to abandon technology and follow the Path of the Enlightened Toasters.
Or at least have given Lampkin a few techies to kite off in the opposite direction of the Centurions. After they'd left, of course.
As I've said elsewhere just for the record, the G-d of the Cylons, and by default of the Capricans, that was happy when the remnant of the human race wanted to revert to paleolithic simplicity is not a benevolent being.
Sign me up for the Opposition. Prometheus needs rescuing, and I'm on Herc's side, not heyZeus's. So say you all.
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