And here's the Mystical Figure of Solomon -- along with one heck of a transformation scene. Not a smooth shift from one form to the next, but a flailing, disjointed attempt to be something, anything, other than what Miranda wants to see.

Favorite comment on the original: "It seems to me that the ‘glory’ in question here is in fact the glory of a Being’s creation – of the lines of code, the Contract, which allows them to move and react as if alive. That miracle of life is, or at least could be said to be, the glory of God’s creation — and this mimicry thereof is a reflection of that glory in a clay mirror."

Miranda (Malachim): Show me your glory!

Guard: Ma’am, it’s not in the usual way, but . . . she appears to have splattered Blake all over the pavement.