Humans practiced their religious beliefs in a designated reservation.


    "Arise to give one another thanks," said the pastor.


    "Will we ever be free to worship again?" asked a follower.


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    The pastor reverently held their hands together. "Perhaps someday."


    Another believer spoke, "The aliens are giving people what they''ve always wanted. That ''cybernetic vessel'' of so-called ''immortal bliss.'' No faith''s required when uploading the deceased''s mind to a virtual heaven."


    "Is it a real eternal afterlife?" asked another devotee.


    "Not really." The pastor shook their head. "More like a purgatory for the soul because it must be truly free to transcend."