jumpsuits & teleporters

Artificiality

Cavil:	In all your travels have you ever seen a star supernova?
Ellen:	No.
Cavil:	No. Well I have. I saw a star explode and send out the building blocks of the universe. Other stars, other planets and, eventually other life. A supernova. Creation itself. I was there. I wanted to see it. And be part of the moment. And you know how I perceived one of the most glorious events in the universe? With these ridiculous gelatinous orbs in my skull. With eyes designed to perceive only a tiny fraction of the EM spectrum. With ears designed only to hear vibrations in the air.
Ellen:	The five of us designed you to be as human as possible.
Cavil:	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 propery because 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. I could experience so much more, but I’m trapped in this absurd body and why? Because my five creators thought that God wanted it that way.