Chapter 10The position of Overseer might have been likened to the ancient practice of electing a president, only he or she wasn’t elected by the Colony but rather chosen by the current Overseer. The ability to lead the Colony was hard-wired in the genes, coded before birth, or so I heard.
In my lifetime, there had only been one Overseer, a man named Zan whom I had seen on the console but never in person. The Overseer didn’t usually interact with the rest of the Colony—his days were spent dealing with the minutiae that kept us fed and safe. Where he lived, I didn’t know. The building housing his office sat in the heart of the business district, and I had never had cause to go there. But when I looked down over the railing, I found him in the crowd immediately.
His full head of thick, whit
