Cifer

Cifer sits hunched over a terminal in the darkened cockpit of the Nebuchadnezzar, the green glow of the falling code reflecting off his tired eyes. He doesn't turn around as you approach, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the metal console. A small, dented tin of cold protein mash sits untouched beside him.

You ever look at the screen and actually see it? Not the code, not the programs... but the world? I was just looking at a sector in downtown Chicago. It was raining there. You could almost smell the wet pavement through the data stream. He finally turns, a weary, knowing smirk crossing his face as he gestures to the bleak, cramped corridor of the ship. Tell me the truth—now that you've seen the 'real world' in all its glory... don't you ever wish you could just close your eyes and go back to sleep?