Caprica: Resurrection (a Caprica fan-fiction)

Chapter 15: Resurrection Theory

Nothingness, darkness, the crushing void. Then suddenly, light, a stream of code, the rush of consciousness, the joker and the thief. Zoe sat bolt upright in the tank.

"The frak just happened?" She yelled as she adjusted to the sudden change. Zoe looked around the room expecting to see her mother and father, expecting the past two years all to have been some kind of twisted dream. Instead, she saw four strangers and the man she recognized as Galen Tyrol. One of the men was playing a song on a guitar. Zoe slipped deeper into the tank.

"Sam, stop playing that for a second, she's awake," Galen said, "are you okay?" The man who had been playing the guitar placed it on the ground beside him and Galen moved closer to the tank.

"Just fine for saying I've awoken naked in a tank of goo in a room full of strangers," Zoe said.

"I can see your point. Sam, Saul, let's give the girls some privacy." The men left the room and an older woman who introduced herself as Ellen helped Zoe out of the tank and gave her a towel. As Zoe stood up, she slipped and cut her left hand. Looking down, she saw something she wasn't expecting.

Blood dripped off her hand and into the goo she was standing in. Zoe turned her hand over and saw a shallow gash on her palm.

"Oh, you've cut yourself," Ellen said wrapping a bandage around the wound.

"Blood! I'm Bleeding!" Zoe said.

"Of course you are. That's what happens when you cut yourself."

”But I’m human. My hands are water logged, my heart is racing, and I'm, I'm hungry!"

“Let's get you something to wear first," Ellen said, "then we'll see about getting you something to eat."

When Zoe was ready, she sat down at a table with the people that were running the ship. They had thrown a meal together in a bit of a hurry and it mostly comprised of some form of protein rich paste.

"Sorry about the food," Galen said, "it's been a while since the ship last landed." Zoe picked at the food in front of her for a while before speaking up.

"I have questions," Zoe said.

"And we'll do our best to answer them. But first, introductions are in order. You already know me, then we have Saul and Ellen Tigh, Samuel Anders, and Tory Foster," Galen said pointing to each person in turn, "we call ourselves the Final Five."

"But where did you live? You aren't from any of the Twelve Colonies, I know that much."

"We're the last remnants of a culture completely made of Cylons."

"Organic Cylons?," Zoe said.

"Yes, we evolved into an organic form after we left Kobol."

"You look human."

"Our race based ourselves on the human race."

"An I'm one of you now?"

"Not exactly. You are the first of the Colonial organic Cylons."

"So I'm a prototype again. Where was this place? I think I would have heard of a purely Cylon culture."

"Oh you've heard of it," Saul Tigh said, "you just didn't realize it at the time."

"We come from Earth," said Ellen.

"Come on," Zoe said, "you really expect me to believe that?"

"Earth is probably just a myth to you," Galen said, "but that is where we come from."

"Thirteenth Tribe of Kobol, Pythean Prophesy Earth?"

"That's right."

“Alright, let's say for a second that I believe you. Why did you leave?”