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The Final Cylon

If you’re watching Battlestar Galactica, you know they are in their final season, and you know that it is awesome. You also know that there is only one Cylon left to reveal.

I cannot help but wonder if it is Cally Tyrol. Something about how she said she hasn’t been able to sleep since they got to the Ionian Nebula…it seems like she may have been affected by the same signal that activated the other Four of the Final Five.

It has been all but confirmed that Laura Roslin, Kara Thrace, Lee Adama, Karl Agathon, and William Adama are not Cylons. RDM - showrunner - said that the final Cylon is the person who would be sitting between Lee Adama and Saul Tigh in this image. RDM further confirmed - after some prodding - that this meant that the Final Cylon was not in this image.

BSG - Last Supper Battlestar Galactica Season 4 Cast

If it isn’t Cally, I’m betting on Tom Zarek. He is the only other major character who was not on Galactica (and thus wouldn’t have been drawn to the music and the other Cylons) and he seems to fit the prophetic words of the First Hybrid reasonably well.

At last, they’ve come for me. I feel their lives, their destinies spilling out before me. The denial of the one true path, played out on a world not their own, will end soon enough. Soon there will be four, glorious in awakening, struggling with the knowledge of their true selves. The pain of revelation bringing new clarity and in the midst of confusion, he will find her. Enemies brought together by impossible longing. Enemies now joined as one. The way forward at once unthinkable, yet inevitable. And the fifth, still in shadow, will claw toward the light, hungering for redemption that will only come in the howl of terrible suffering. I can see them all. The seven, now six, self-described machines who believe themselves without sin. But in time, it is sin that will consume them. They will know enmity, bitterness, the wrenching agony of one splintering into many. And then, they will join the promised land, gathered on the wings of an angel. Not an end, but a beginning.

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