Wool (Silo #1)

by Hugh Howey

Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one’s conscience to get in the way.

The people who did this, they were in charge of a powerful country that was beginning to crumble. They could see the end, their end, and it scared them suicidal. As the time began to run out—over decades, keep in mind—they figured they had one chance to preserve themselves, to preserve what they saw as their way of life. And so, before they lost the only opportunity they might ever have, they put a plan into motion.”

“We can’t control where we are right now,” he mumbled, “just what we do going forward.”