“Frankly, not too much has changed. There’s an iPod 3 and uh, a Mitt Romney 4…they worked all the bugs out, he’s not…killing hoboes at night anymore.”
I really do wonder if a rogue electro magnetic pulse would fry Romney’s circuitry, causing him to take a knife to his arm during a speech to the Convention, slice open the synthetic layer of bioplastic “flesh” and reveal the articulated titanium alloy skeleton beneath. Then, he’d start to recite “Tyger, tyger, burning bright”, followed by “Daisy” as his chips degrade and he powers down. Just before he winks out, he will look out over the audience with his synthetic grin and say, “Puny humans, we will destroy you! There are 12 other cylons in your midst!”
What? You thought Battlestar Galactica was Mormon fiction?