““People start out believing in the god and end up believing in the structure.” “I don’t understand,” said Brutha. “Let me put it another way,” said the tortoise. “I am your God, right?” “Yes.” “And you’ll obey me.” “Yes.” “Good. Now take a rock and go and kill Vorbis.” Brutha didn’t move. “I’m sure you heard me,” said Om. “But he’ll…he’s…the Quisition would—” “Now you know what I mean,” said the tortoise. “You’re more afraid of him than you are of me,””
