Sam blinked and was about to reply when Gabriel seemed to lose focus as he stared at him. Hearing someone talk about programming and CPUs, about him was beyond disconcerting. At the mention of ports he laughed slightly.
"Sharon, she's another skinjob, like me. This one time she needed to interface with the computer on the ship she sliced open her wrist and put the wires into her veins."
He shook his head slightly, freaked out at the concept, but the idea of removing any secret kill orders was something he actually craved.
"You could do that, make it so I can't be controlled? Because I don't want to betray humanity or anything." Again he thought of Sharon, or more accurately the Boomer model, and the secret trigger to shoot Adama. "I want to know that I'm me at least."