> ... I want my own cult of hot chicks, dammit.

The great thing is that in many ways it's his worst nightmare. Baltar requires intellectual stimulation at least as much as he needs sexual stimulation. In this situation, he's essentially trapped somewhere, forced to overload on one while being essentially denied the other.

Also, he's a braggard about his intellectual abilities, and he has absolutely no audience for that here, yet thing that they do revere about him is something he finds galling.

For Baltar, he is in his own hell. It's like the classic twilight zone episode about the habitual pool player who dies and finds that in the afterlife, he wins every game of pool; he sinks every shot. It first he's thrilled but fairly quickly realizes that this is his own hell.

I was waiting for Lamkin to reappear with a bottle
of adrenochrome.