"Which one of us is going to play the divine role?"
"What difference does it make?"
Angus shrugged and his tired eyes stared off into the darkness. "One of us is—Jackson. The other is an impostor, brought here to test their faith. When they find out which is which, what are they going to do to the impostor?"
Drummond looked startled. "I see what you mean."
The miniature moon had wheeled its way to the zenith and now the first gray tinge of dawn silhouetted the peaks of the mountain range.
Angus rose and stretched. "We've got to find out what their function is."
"Why?"
"It looks like religion is their only interest. But maybe that's because they're completely frustrated in their basic compulsion. If we could discover their function, maybe we could focus their attention back on it."
"RA," Drummond mumbled puzzledly. "Robot agriculturist?"