"The two surviving Founders of Zion were…old with the accelerated aging that overtakes men who spend too many years outside the embrace of gravity. “Steppin' Razor," one said, as Molly drifted into the chamber. “Like unto a whippin' stick." “That is a story we have, sister," said the other, “a religion story." “How come you don't talk the patois?" Molly asked. “I came from Los Angeles. Long time ago, up the gravity well and out of Babylon. To lead the Tribes home. Now my brother likens you to Steppin' Razor." Molly extended her right hand and the blades flashed in the smoky air. The other Founder laughed, his head thrown back. “You bring a scourge on Babylon, sister, on its darkest heart.""