Schism.
Give me that back door religion, give me that back door religion, give me that back door religion, it's good enough for me! That's the song we're singing here at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, now that Marvin (my personal robot assistant) has been plying his new trade as preacher, flock-leader, and chief financial officer of the local diocese of the Space Hippie Sect. Yes, it's a religion he made up using bits and pieces from Hulu reruns he watches in his ample spare time (contrary to common belief, robots are slothful creatures generally, their servos idle nearly 65% of the time). Turns out it was time well wasted, as the converts have been trudging in, eyes glazed, arms extended in front of them, hungry for spiritual guidance. Didn't know Marvin was so good at getting money out of people. Must be new programming... for some body. How do we of Big Green feel about floating our household on donations to a church hastily invented by a renegade robot? Well, not ba...