Under his robe, the priest was dressed in conventional clothing—cotton pants, shirt, and shoes. The clothing had been shredded and bloodied in Teresa’s attack, but the pockets were intact. Inside one, I found something that was all too familiar—a simsense chip, its blood-smeared cardboard case emblazoned with the Aztec tree of life. It was a duplicate of the chip case that I had found inside Mama G’s kitchen after the cultist missionaries had roughed her up.