I don’t want to be human. I want to see gamma rays, I want to hear X-rays, and I want to smell dark matter. Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can’t even express these things properly, because I have to-I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid, limiting spoken language, but I know 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 can know much more.

-John Cavil, Cylon Model Number One, “No Exit

I get tired of hearing some science-fiction fans saying that characterization isn’t important in SF. In point of fact, I think it’s probably more important in SF than in mainstream fiction. After all, if the author can’t characterize humans well, he or she probably can’t characterize aliens well either.

In other news, It’s seven sols till the harvest, and I still haven’t prepared. For starters, I need to make a hoe. Also, I need to make an outdoor shed for the potatoes. I can’t just pile them up outside. The next major storm would cause The Great Martian Potato Migration.

In case you haven’t noticed, they’re moving a lot faster. I don’t know about the laws of physics on your planet, but where I come from an object moving at subclass speed can’t catch up to one running at starclass. But if you know something about turbines, thrusters and engines, quantum or classical physics that I’ve somehow missed, then please enlighten me.
– Caillen Dagan to Desideria Denarii

Marla poked Duncan. He stepped forward. “Maybe I can help.”
Atomic Jack looked at him., his eyes glowed a sickening shade of radioactive orange. “I really don’t see how.” He slipped off his glove and his hand burst into small flames. The guy didn’t yell though, or make out like he was in pain. He just grinned and showed a mouthful of orange teeth.

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