That all changed though when the Cylons died out and became robotic beings. The robots needed more space to build, and without having a need for swamps and spawning grounds, these were the first things to go. Within the space of a couple of yahrens, most of Cylon had been covered in cities, factories and command centres. A decade later, Cylon had been turned into a vast mechanical capital for their budding Empire. Ship yards, factories, command centres, all had their places and there was no space anymore for swamps and forests. At that point in time, if the Cylons could change the weather on their planet, they would have done that as well.

If was only later that they had realised what they had done. When the Cylons took to the stars again to bring order to the galaxy, they came across other races, and some of these races they had to exterminate so that they would not contaminate an ordered society. When they races were destroyed, arts and artefact were saved so that the race itself would not be forgotten over time and all could enjoy the relics of the dead race. It was during the destruction of one of these first races (the Hasaris?) that the imperious Leader of the time had a rare and uncharacteristic introspective thought. If the culture of destroyed races was kept, where was the culture of the original Cylons? And it was then that the shame of the Cylons was known. In their haste to create a shining new culture for themselves, they had managed to wipe out the remnants of the old, and the original Cylons were truly lost forever.