Battlestar Galactica: The Plan Page #7

and we're not afraid

of change.

New marching orders

by your one true god?

There is no god.

Supernatural divinities

are the primitive's answer

for why the sun

goes down at night.

At least that's what

we've been telling

the others for years.

We can't really prove it

one way or the other,

of course.

Enough.

Let's airlock them both.

Airlock them.

Hold it at the door.

Yes, sir.

Check the hall.

Stop. Stop.

Sweep the halls.

Clear up ahead,

there are too many civilians.

Not how I imagined it.

No, Brother.

All right.

Is there a Resurrection ship

in range?

Yes, Brother.

But first,

we're gonna die in a vacuum.

There's a 170-foot

launch tube in front of us.

We might die of our injuries

before we get to the vacuum.

I don't like you.

I understand that.

Do you really believe

it was a mistake

to attack the humans?

Rather intensely, yes.

You know that

when we download

among the others,

your strange ideas

will be shouted down.

Ideas only seem strange

until you try them on,

Brother.

We had a temper tantrum

in the form of a cataclysm

because we wanted them

to treasure us, the Ones,

more than humanity.

More than their

own history and blood.

We didn't want

to be loved. We wanted

to be treated fairly.

We wanted to be

held to a bosom,

to be petted and perfumed

and told we were

the princes of the universe.

Yes, well,

if the humans were gone...

Our parents

would mourn them.

They'd love them more,

anyway.

I am going to see to it

that you get boxed.

And then I'm going

to prepare to wipe out

humanity once and for all.

The anticipation

is really unpleasant.

Yes.

I don't want to be human!

I want to see gamma rays.

I want to hear x-rays,

and I want to...

I want to smell dark matter.

I want

to reach out with something

other than these

prehensile paws

and feel the solar

wind of a supernova

flowing over me.

I'm a machine,

and I could know much more.

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