Joe Nettleton's face was blank. "God? Their God?" He looked at Alix
wonderingly. "This Superman they scare us with? You don't eat that
malarkey, do you, Alix?"
Alix shrugged, saying nothing.
"They don't believe it themselves," Joe protested. "It's one of those
symbols they set up, to make them superior. They ever tell you what He
looks like? Oh, they give Him a prophet, sure, and the prophet gives
them words to live by. Don't kill, don't steal, don't lie, don't lust,
don't envy--Words, Alix, words, words, words--Judge them by their
actions."