Big block of Star Trek:TNG episodes on BBC America last night including "Who Watches The Watchers" about a Vulcan like but primitive species being observed by the Federation's scientists. Interesting part being when Capt. Picard reveals himself to the tribe's leader in hopes of dispelling their mistaken belief he's some kind of god and securing the release of one of his officers.
(transcript of the relevant exchange)
DATA [OC]: Captain, Nuria is alone.
PICARD: I'll handle this.
(Hoy leaves, and Picard beams Nuria aboard)
PICARD: Nuria, don't be afraid. No one is going to harm you.
NURIA: Who?
PICARD: I am Jean Luc Picard.
(Nuria falls to her knees, face down)
PICARD: Please, get up. Get up. You must not kneel to me.
NURIA: You do not wish it?
PICARD: I do not deserve it. Look at me. Look at me. Feel the warmth of my hand, the rhythm of my pulse. I'm not a supreme being. I'm flesh and blood, like you.
NURIA: Not like me.
PICARD: Like you. Different in appearance, yes. But we are both living beings. We are born, we grow, we live and we die. In all the ways that matter, we are alike.
NURIA: But you are the Picard!
PICARD: There is something I want you to see.
(The doors open and she jumps back)
NURIA: What a wondrous place. Even the walls obey your command.
PICARD: Wondrous, yes, but not miraculous. The doors merely work differently from the ones you know.
[Observation lounge]
NURIA: That is my home?
PICARD: Seen from far, far above.
NURIA: Yet we do not fall. I never imagined I would see the clouds from the other side. Your powers are truly boundless.
PICARD: Nuria, your people live in huts. Was it always so?
NURIA: No. We have found remnants of tools in caves. Our ancestors must have lived there.
PICARD: So why do you now live in huts?
NURIA: Huts are better. Caves are dark and wet.
PICARD: If huts are better, why did you once live in caves?
NURIA: The most reasonable explanation would be that at one time we didn't know how to make huts.
PICARD: Just as at one time you did not know how to weave cloth, how to make a bow.
NURIA: That would be reasonable.
PICARD: Someone invented a hut. Someone invented a bow, who taught others, who taught their children, who built a stronger hut, built a better bow, who taught their children. Now, Nuria, suppose one of your cave dwelling ancestors could see you as you are today. What would she think?
NURIA: I don't know.
PICARD: Put yourself in her place. You see, she cannot kill a hornbuck at a great distance. You can. You have a power she lacks.
NURIA: Only because I have a bow.
PICARD: She's never seen a bow. It doesn't exist in her world. To you, it's a simple tool. To her, it's magic.
NURIA: I suppose she might think so.
PICARD: Now, how would she react to you?
NURIA: I think she would fear me.
PICARD: Just as you fear me.
NURIA: I do not fear you any longer.
PICARD: Good. That's good. You see, my people once lived in caves. And then we learned to build huts and, in time, to build ships like this one. NURIA: Perhaps one day, my people will travel above the skies.
PICARD: Of that, I have absolutely no doubt.
My hope for the future of religion is they all go the way of the dodo.