I can see it in their eyes—THEY'VE ALREADY DIED INSIDE.

The Cylons were created by Man.
They were created to make life easier on the Twelve Colonies.
And then the day came when the Cylons decided to kill their masters.
After a long and bloody struggle, an armistice was declared.
The Cylons left for another world to call their own.
A remote space station was built...
...where Cylon and Human could meet and maintain diplomatic relations.
Every year, the Colonials send an officer.
The Cylons send no one.
No one has seen or heard from the Cylons in over forty years.

I don't talk about it all that much, because I was never involved in the fandom, but Battlestar Galactica, the new one, is a fantastic television show and well worth watching from beginning to end. It wasn't perfect, and it's pissed me off and traumatized me more than once in the last few years I've been following it—I still could've done without some of the simpering about relationships they spent entire episodes doing, sometimes, but this is Awesome Science Fiction. It was dark and dense and I don't think they ever ran out of ideas to mindfuck their audience. It had the largest collection of the most fucked up characters I have ever seen and it made me shout at my television all the damn time, usually saying variations of holy shit.

Also, you have to respect a television show that lets its entire cast say every version of the word fuck whenever they feel like. Well, close enough, anyway.

The initial miniseries is just three hours long, I recommend CHECKING IT OUT if you have not already.