"I mean, they've been full Heaven's Gate for like, a thousand years or somethin' over there. Kinda late to still be rewritin' stuff. But I guess the only real difference between a cult and a religion is time, so."

She shrugs. A propaganda department also doesn't really seem strange to her, although she's used to ones that work a little harder to disguise their purpose. The military-industrial complexes that she both grew up in and currently lives under sustain themselves by continually spinning everything they can.

The woman in Julie's story has yet another screaming orgasm. Maybe she should try to fuck a daemon?

"Nice and crazy." Her feet bob idly in the air, her attention split. She turns the page. "The old gods fuck shit up on a regular basis here, but no, they keep throwin' shit on those shrines like somethin' good might come outta it."

For a moment, she looks up again, eyebrows arched. "If you got even one braincell, you'll keep away from their bullshit."