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>"Yeah!" Pixie shouts over you and past Judas, "Freezers are ready and running!"
>Jack has gathered the corpses into a large pile as he practically leaps with each step of his lumbering frame.
>He effortlessly throws the Sataniel's body over his shoulder and carries it somewhere out of sight.
>"As the return of Paganism to a state enforced norm in the Third Millennium AD to the present involved the demise of supposed self declared 'Atheism' that was in truth rooted in Gnostic concepts by tapping into Pagan symbols and ideas viewed through the lens of Gnosticism and specifically Christianity, so do we tap into the Gnostic sects that came before the truth of the Solver in opposition to LaVeyan Satanism." Judas' eye displays glance to your wound.
>"Have you ever thought about how you're warm blooded and sweat in heat, son?" He tilts his head and furrows his digital brow.
>Now that the older V (Vcat?) mentions it, you never have.
>The look on his face says that he has both fully caught onto and expected your current expression, like he's seen it before on multiple occasions.
>"Like you're a mammal and not a robot?" The question is pointed.
>What is he getting at?
What are you saying?
>"Golems," he says. "Manmade constructs given life through magic, in this case the magic of friendship, no matter how tainted and distanced it might be from its source. Worker Drones are biomechanical mammalian golems, not robots."
>Magic of friendship?
But that goes against everything JCJ has ever said, both to laymen and potential investors.
>Judas nods. "Capt Elliot, Capt Twilight, has traditionally lied to all but his most trusted confidants about Worker Drones supposedly being mundane robots."
Twilight?
>"The harmonic soul of Cooperation, he who dominates, rules over, and guides the course of the other three: Midnight, Love; Noon, Strength," he pauses with evident hesitation before continuing, "Dawn, Hope."
>He's quick to follow up with "At least, for now."

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