And in the far, far future, the small cult of Johnsonites grew to a Galaxy-spanning religion, detailed depictions of their God-Emperor adorning their ever-multiplying holy sites, places of pilgrimage for those poor, devout souls who had lost children, or parents, or (sometimes) everything in one of the ever-multiplying wars of holy conquest which was expanding the one true religion ever outwards towards yet further stars.
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