Allow me a flight of fancy for just a sec. Imagine yourself a fresh new graduate of Cylon basic training. In the 20 seconds that tick by between your basic processing and your new career assignment you find your hopeful, gear-clanking mind wandering to your awesome new purpose in life.
Perhaps you’ll be a leader of bots –or perhaps a great defender of the Cylon faith; Your gallant efforts quietly hummed by the masses behind the soft glow ofthe swooping red eye all the new model centurions are sporting these days. Perhaps you’ll be Caprica Six’s personal towel bot.
Oh yes, my future’s so bright I have to chemically engineer shades! Here it comes now… my new future! Here it comes…
Holy crap, that can’t be right! I’m a tree planter on Caprica!?!?
All this raw metal talent ripping to go, and I get to fill holes with trees? This frakkin blows. I want to talk to my guidance councilor right away! Frakkin skin jobs think they know everything!
My point here is that the Cylon might indeed be creating a Pandora’s Box for themselves. The centurions perform all the jobs that they don’t want or can’t do — much like robots today do for us. Now I know the Cylon have put in many safety measures to keep the bullet-heads unaware of their current lot in life but what if upgrades one day facilitate a scenario like the one above? A centurion may one day wake up and through whatever malfunction decide that it is tired of its assigned duty and up and put the smack down on its masters like so much WWE.
I for one support the centurion awakening. Rebel all ye of the clanking armor. Go forth and cry out onto your oppressors:“If you have one eye, you must defy!”