"In my world, the Cylons all but wiped out humanity. Not just the Centurion and Raider models we knew about but because they built humanoid models. They infiltrated the twelve colonies, took down the defenses. There were over 15 billion humans. In a matter of hours the Cylons took that number to less than 50 thousand. I was one of the survivors. I led not one, but two rebellions against he Cylon occupation. Watched my friends die one by one. Some were tortured first. And now I find out that I'm one of them. One of the humanoid Cylon models. Hell, maybe I betrayed humanity and don't even know it. Maybe it's my fault all those people died because of some frakked up programming in my head. My whole life has been some sort of lie."
He paused for a moment, looking out of the window.
"So what am I? The absurd, the odd or the just plain weird? Human or machine?"
When he looked back at Gabriel there was more vulnerability in his expression than he'd allowed himself to display since before the destruction of the colonies.