“I might.” The smile curves up, just a fraction. “Where I’m from, a sentient machine is more than just a possibility.” She leans back and crosses her legs, toast forgotten for the moment. “It’s completely the case. We happen to be at war with them. They…destroyed the twelve colonies. Obliterated the entire human race, save for…a few shy of fifty-thousand people.” Her face flickers, and she looks haunted for a moment, but it clears, and she looks directly at him.
 
“They’ve been relentlessly chasing us around the galaxy.”
 
Says the cylon.