-They can make more of them faster than we can make more of us.
The doctor wiped his hands and turned to the computer, giving the new parents a little time alone with their arrival.
Another baby. There had been a fair few of them now. People did not stop doing it because there was a war on. Quite the reverse - it must be some primeval instinct, ensuring the continuation of the species even in the event of catastrophic conflict.
-Sure, it takes a few months to produce an operational cylon...but it takes us seventeen or eighteen years.
-We can't compete. Unless we break all the codes about cloning and tissue growth, we can't compete.
This war was about numbers, and ultimately, about which side had the fastest cycle to get more fighters into the battlefield.
"Congratulations. A beautiful healthy baby."
Radiant smiles from the mother and father.
Bleak nod from the doctor.
-How fast can you make more?