"I see. Then I can see your point. And as far as I know, there has been nothing like that where I come from." Tyrion almost seems to visibly shudder that the thought of some powerful magics bringing to life something like a statue or worse. "Thinking of the statues of both Westeros and Essoes suddenly becoming like us is horrifying."

But he suspects it is not something on such a big scale, and he squints just a little. "Am I missing something? Because I suspect these Cylons aren't giant statues. And trust me, if such a thing were to exist back home, what would become of the humans themselves. That is if a metal man were to do the job of a cook, smith, or tailor. And The Sevens forbid that there are metal whores."