You were just doing your job,” she assured him. And then she thought just how powerful that sentiment was, how far down a nasty road that could take … - Hugh Howey

She imagined herself at age nine, running through these very halls, crying out to her older self across the years.

They say bad things come in threes, but I don’t think that’s true. I think bad things keep right on coming.

We are the seeds,” he said. “This is a silo. They put us here for the bad times........But it won’t work.” He shook his head, then sat back on the floor and peered at the pictures in the massive book. “You can’t leave seeds this long,” he said. “Not in the dark like this. Nope......What do seeds do when they’re left too long?” she asked him.
He frowned.
“We rot,” he said. “All of us. We go bad down here, and we rot so deep that we won’t grow anymore.” He blinked and looked up at her. “We’ll never grow again.