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http://www.tthfanfic.org/Story-15973-22/“Cylons are all evil,” Racetrack argued vehemently. “They want to kill us all!”
“The Cylons are hardly all evil,” Bareil disagreed patiently. “I’ve spent quite a few years here and they seem like a pleasant people.”
“They committed genocide!”
“Admittedly, some of them have done evil acts,” Bareil said. “I am given to understand that your people’s enemies and the Protectorate are two entirely separate nations of Cylons. Blaming one for the sins of the others is hardly logical.”
“Of course, it’s logical,” Racetrack said in disagreement. “Cylons are mass produced machines. They’re all alike.”
“Ah, and now here is where I have to flat out contradict you,” Bareil said. “The Cylons are human.”
“Say what?” Anders said, speaking for the first time since the debate began.
“The Cylons are human,” Bareil repeated. “Certainly they are massed produced clones; anyone can see that. But physiologically, they are humans. They think like humans, react like humans, work and play like humans. That they – and you apparently – are under the delusion that they are machines… well, I’ve heard of stranger beliefs.”
Racetrack just sat back in her chair, speechless.
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