Woefully behind the times, I just watched the SyFy premiere of Battlestar Galactica: The Plan. I loved it, even though the objective viewer in me had to admit the movie was little more than a hand-stitched quilt of memories created to keep fans invested in the BSG franchise. I still mourn the death of the show. And I marvel at how other shows, (Scrubs for instance) can be born, syndicated, killed, resurrected, killed again, and then reborn on a different network. What a perfect example of Cylon regeneration!

I don't want to be human! I want to see gamma rays. I want to hear X-rays and I... I wanna... I wanna smell dark matter. I wanna 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 could know much more.