Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage—with great patience and careful instruction.

(2 Timothy 4:2)

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A cameraman tapped his forehead, activating his eye augment to focus on the grinning reporter in front of him. The reporter—Evans—broadened his practiced grin and began:

“Ladies, Gentlemen, AIs, and liberated robots, welcome to your favourite cultural segment! And what strange culture are we­ looking into today?” Evans lifted his hand as he counted down. “Well, well. What could possibly trump our last episodes? Anything more exciting than the real animal zoo we saw three weeks ago? Or, perhaps, even better than the last non-GMO farm?” Evans shook his head. “Poor folks they were. Those tomatoes… bleh, every bite tasted the same. No candy, no barbecue, not even a hint of a rainbow flavor… They couldn’t even grow it to taste like our delightful sponsor Coca-cola. Evans laughed as he lifted the can of Coca-cola with tomato flavour, making sure the logo was clearly visible.

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“Truly, our dear viewers, today’s culture is even more exciting than the AI book club we visited last week! Still…” He hesitated. “A bit strange how those AIs liked Orwell so much…” Evans chuckled, before waving his hand. “But who cares what some old fart wrote? If Orwell mattered, the AIs would’ve told us.”

“Today, we’re visiting something—or rather, someone—even stranger…” Evans lowered his voice, glancing around as if to make sure no one else was listening. He winked theatrically at the camera and whispered: “We’re going to visit a little cult we’ve uncovered. A cult of ladies who are ignorant of modern science and instead embrace God. Truly! Not a single body modification, cybernetics or even teeth replacement! Can you believe it?” Evans grinned, flexing his metallic arm.

“Impure, they say. But how could they think that? What led them to these delusions? Let’s find out today!”