|memeotron-(Drabble) The Monday Autopsy (Gaius Baltar/Ducky)
||[Mar. 11th, 2010|03:50 pm]
'Of course, the really interesting thing about this young lady is she's artificial.' Ducky leant over the autopsy table and Baltar marvelled at the older man's combination of compassion, respect and cold-hearted analysis.
'How can you tell?'
'There is such a thing as too perfect. This beautiful young woman is perfect, in every way, down to the cellular level. No blemishes, no discrepancies. A rose by any other name would smell of nothing.'
Gaius squeaked a laugh and tried not to look at the corpse or the identical woman standing over it that only he could see. He hated Mondays.