My father tells me that it's much better in the shelter. He says we're lucky to be free of the surface. There were wars, he continues, and that's why we're here now. Only Dwellers go up there nowadays.
My father says that the dwellers aren't worth much. He says that their idiotic grunts who can't do anything better than be sent off to die. He thinks that I shouldn't look up to them.
I don't really care what he thinks so I ignore him.
I live in 'The Brain', which is the higher level of the shelter. It's where all the smart people go, so I guess that's why father looks down on the dwellers. He thinks that just because he's a Watcher he's more important. But that's stupid so I don't really know why he's in the Brain to begin with.
Father's job is Head of Surveillance. That means he is quite literally a Watcher through and through. He needs to make sure no one does anything illegal. But 'illegal' is tricky because no one has ever declared it officially. The only way we know if something is, or not, is if someone disappears for it the next day. Father says they're taken to the Institute.
The Institute is where I'm going tonight. Not for breaking the law though, don't worry. Everyone my age is going. In a few days I'm going to be given my life plan. It's going to tell me who I'll marry, when I'll die, and, most importantly, what level I'll be on.
There are four levels, each with a different function. The first is the Watchers. They are our government and they helped to build the utopia. Then there's the Dwellers. They're brave enough to go to the surface to find our resources and look for a way for us to return. The Restorers are the level below. They tend to peoples wounds from all over and are the only ones who can get a travelling pass. That means they can go to all the levels. The Drudgers are last. No one thinks much of them. They do all the work that no one else wants to do.
My father wants me to be a Watcher. He wants me to carry on the family business and be a smaller version of him. I don't really feel like it though, in all honesty. I do respect him but I've got fire in my blood. At least, that's what I tell myself. Fire and passion. I want to be the one to keep hope alive. I want to be a Dweller.