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This place is far more complex, far more organized than I’d
ever imagined it to be. There are hundreds of different
directions to get lost in, almost as many rooms, some bigger
than others, each dedicated to different pursuits.
“The dining hall,” Castle says to me.
“The dormitories.” On the opposite wing.
“The training facilities.” Down that hall.
“The common rooms.” Right through here.
“The bathrooms.” On either end of the floor.
“The meeting halls.” Just past that door.
Each space is buzzing with bodies, each body adapted to a
particular routine. People look up when they see us. Some
wave, smile, delighted. I realize they’re all looking at Castle.
He nods his head. His eyes are kind, humble. His smile is
strong, reassuring.
He’s the leader of this entire movement, is what Kenji said.
These people are depending on him for something more
than basic survival. This is more than a fallout shelter. This
is much more than a hiding space. There is a greater goal in
mind. A greater purpose.
“Welcome,” Castle says to me, gesturing with one hand,
“to Omega Point.”