"Most people can't see them, but you guys might be able to," he says. "The last out-of-towner could. I dunno what happened to him, though I doubt it was anything good." There's some underlying current of warning in his voice. Though to Norm he says, "There's plenty of people who aren't real, if what you mean is 'really human.' Some of them are more dangerous than others."
Norm frowned. "No. That's not what I meant. I was asking about those 'installations of the Machine' that you mentioned."
"Well, there's no good way to pick them out. At most, angels might seem to be particularly bland looking people, or to have weird habits, but even an educated eye can't tell. Amateurs like you guys should just assume they're around."
"The God Machine has angels," Katters says, tone flat. "Of course it does." Her tone regains inflection as she continues: "Okay, so keep our heads down and don't trust strangers." And stop fighting in the quad. "Got it. Thanks for the advice." She's sure there's also a nugget of 'don't go messing with the God Machine' hidden in the barista's warnings, but Katters is not ready to promise that. "So, we're some of the weird ones. There are others, then. Do you know if there's a way for us to find them?"
Norm laughed. "Yeah. So, there's a God-Machine and that Machine has angels. What next? Satan? Jesus? The Virgin Mary?"
“The whole of the heavenly host,” Katters says, “why not? And throw in all the devils of Hell while we’re at it. Order now and get a set of saints for only five-ninety-nine plus shipping and handling!”
"I think so? It was based on this one cult that thought that there was only one god, or maybe they wrote it...I don't really remember. Some of my friends said it was interesting."
"Ah, I see. I don't believe in it myself, but back where I came from, that one cult was the majority religion," Norm said. "Which, I guess, is just more proof that we're not from the same world."