Sam glowered darkly, taking steps back from Gabriel.
"So this place really is some frakked up Cylon trick after all. What's the deal here, flick that switch in my head with that damn music then make me think I'm somehow on Earth?"
He had to swallow down the panic and the anger before to grew out of control.
"What do you want from me? To admit I'm one of you after all?"
He brought out a small knife, and held out his hand, slowly drawing the blade across his palm. He glared at Gabriel as the blood dripped to the floor.
"Tell me I'm a machine now. I may be some sort of Cylon but I am not a machine, I'm a person, I feel emotions and I'm in control of my thoughts."