"No, no, no," Paul said, shaking his head "Occam's razor. This is getting far too complicated. The simplest explanation is that"—he waved his hand up… - Ken Wharton

“And we know that Burnouts are prone to fighting; it’s just a matter of time before they attack us.”
Channing had heard these reports a hundred times. He had tried to explain that they were inventing imaginary dangers because no real ones threatened.

It was an awfully persuasive theory, he had to admit. And even if it was wrong, he was starting to realize that God had to be an alien. There just wasn’t any other possible explanation. And that really scared him. All his life he had been so sure of his religion. When his daughters had died, it was the only thing he had left to hold on to. But had the devotion of his life to religion been misplaced? No, it couldn’t be. God couldn’t be an electronic alien. There had to be another explanation.…
He forced a stop to that line of thought. He knew a rationalization when he saw it, and he considered himself pretty good at keeping his mind from coming to false conclusions just because of his beliefs. He used to be a scientist, after all. Not someone who would rationalize away clear evidence of aliens just because of some statements in the Journal. He had always told Katrina that if new scientific proof surfaced that his religion was wrong, he would admit he was mistaken. Well, now that had happened. There simply were intelligent aliens in the universe, and he would have to come to grips with it.

Over most of human history science did a vastly better job of locating the truth—by burning down the alternatives—than did religion's wild stabs in the dark. And eventually, thanks to science, there wasn't much darkness left. And—to no great surprise—in the small patch of darkness where science had cornered truth, there wasn't a single traditional religion left.
"Yes, most religions claimed they fit in with modern science, but it was usually science that they were warping to fit their religion."