Blaze shakes her head. "No, that all happened at the start of the Golden Age. After the Traveler arrived. I wish we still knew enough of the specifics to tell you how. I know politics are never so simple, but I like to think it gave them perspective. That maybe when it swooped in out of the black they realized just how vast a place the universe is, and they had to make a choice about how they wanted to meet it. What kind of people they were going to be."

She's hopeful, at any rate.

"If these Cylons are organic, I guess they'd be almost as vulnerable to infection as the rest of you," Blaze muses. She's a little bit amused by the idea of (other) construct people getting the sniffles. She doesn't even know why, it just tickles her. "The City's mostly worried about preventing crowd epidemics, from what I know. 'Course, we Guardians only hear about screening and quarantine procedures for that kinda stuff: we don't have much to do with internal matters. Luckily for us the Golden Agers wiped out nearly all the old diseases and parasites, but animals are still a major vector."