Shift (Silo Trilogy #2)

by Hugh Howey

“That word means something else, you know,” his father had told him once, when Mission had spoken of revolution. “It also means to go around and around. To revolve. One revolution, and you get right back to where you started.”

“I know you’re looking for answers, son. We all are. This is a cruel world. It’s always been a cruel world. I spent my whole life looking for ways to make it better, to patch things up, dreaming of an ideal. But for every sot like me, there’s ten more out there trying to tear things down. And it only takes one of them to get lucky.”

“When there’s only God to blame, we forgive him. When it’s our fellow man, we destroy him.”

“And how much simpler things would be, how much better for us all, if we had people brave enough to do what was right, instead.”

something of a fixture in the mids. Many came to him rather than to the doctors, though Mission wasn’t sure how sound a choice that was. Often, it was the man with the most promises who got the chits, not the one who made people better.

And so I ask you now, dear friend: was this world worth saving to begin with? Were we worth saving?

And Solo thought—maybe—that he himself was like a shovel or a can opener or any of those rusty things lying about. He was something that could be found. He could be found. And someone had.