I admit it I am not what western culture would define as a "beauty".
My face is not pleasant
My figure not perfect
And my heart is colder that one degree Kelvin
But they will love me.
I will make them.
None of them have any idea about what the future hold. But I see it, a vision of my ideal future.
Not a thousands of mindless drones, at my beck and call, as everyone would expect. But a logical approach to this situation.
Logical
Sometimes I wonder if my actions are spurred by logic, or by the desire of control that arises with power.
We are working for a better future, not just a repeat of times past. But the Divergent, they will be our downfall, that is what the serum is for. To control the uncontrollable, for they are dangerous at best.
The rule of Abnegation is coming to and end, Erudite will rule, for it's only logical that the smartest should make the choices.
That word again
Logical
The Amity will do nothing, conflict is not their forte and the few hotheads who may pose some threat. Ha! A few drops of serum in their "special" Amity bread will cure that.
Dauntless I would have expected to put up more of a fight, but a few well placed people on the inside solved that. My army, all trained in combat, all fully armed would, in a few short minutes, swarm the streets.
The screen flicked on and my pacing abruptly halted I turned to watch, not wanting to miss a second.
Order would be restored, so let the chaos begin.
