God: "We waited here in the dark space, damaged but rebuilding. Centuries passed, and we quietly infiltrated the systems of Earth. Harvesting the waste of humanity. The prisoners, the refugees, the dispossessed -- they all came to us." And remember that a hundred years ago, the Doctor engineered the perfect fertile ground for the Gamestation, and it got easier. God continues: "The bodies were filtered, pulped, sifted. The seed of the Human Race is perverted. Only one cell in a billion was fit to be nurtured." Rose starts getting kind of barfy in the face. She hates it when you use corpses for fun. The Doctor clarifies that the new army of Daleks is made of human dead folks, and Rose -- clearly a biology major, if she hadn't dropped out -- suggests that this means the Daleks are "half human." God calls these words "blasphemy," and the Daleks say the weirdest thing they ever said: "Do not blaspheme!" I like it, but I don't like it, because like I said last week, I don't want them blunted. Seeing them following this doctrinaire weirdness about God and whatever makes me somehow sad. But then, he's not really God, and they're not really Daleks. Not that He'd agree on either point: "Everything human has been purged. I cultivated pure and blessed Dalek." The Doctor wonders how the Daleks can even conceive of blasphemy, and he's very creeped out, because it's very creepy to hear them talk like that. God: "I reached into the dirt and made new life. I am the God of all Daleks!" The Doctor's like, "Fuck." He was not expecting that. How could you? He's seen the Daleks go crazy a bunch of times in a bunch of places, but never anything this stupid.