“Religion is in our genes,” he said. “It must be. Either that or Dad did a hell of a job on us.” “We call our system Earthseed,” I said. “My actual title is ‘Shaper.’” He stared at me for several seconds, saying nothing. He still looked surprised, and now confused. “Earthseed?” he said at last. “My god, I’ve heard of you guys. You’re that cult!” “So we’ve been called.”
