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Chapter Forty-Six
“Omega Point?”
“The last letter in the Greek alphabet. The final
development, the last in a series.” He stops in front of me
and for the first time I notice the omega symbol stitched
into the back of his jacket. “We are the only hope our
civilization has left.”
“But how—with such small numbers—how can you
possibly hope to compete—”
“We’ve been building for a long time, Juliette.” It’s the first
time he’s said my name. His voice is strong, smooth, stable.
“We’ve been planning, organizing, mapping out our strategy
for many years now. The collapse of our human society
should not come as a surprise. We brought it upon
ourselves.
“The question wasn’t whether things would fall apart,” he
continues. “Only when. It was a waiting game. A question of
who would try to take power and how they would try to use
it. Fear,” he says to me, turning back for just a moment, his
footsteps silent against the stone, “is a great motivator.”
“That’s pathetic.”
“I agree. Which is why part of my job is reviving the stalled
hearts that’ve lost all hope.” We turn into another corridor.
“And to tell you that almost everything you’ve learned about
the state of our world is a lie.”
I stop in place. Nearly fall over. “What do you mean?”
“I mean things are not nearly as bad as The
Reestablishment wants us to think they are.”
“But there’s no food—”
“That they give you access to.”
“The animals—”