Gladiator : World Famous Novel

[Dark Saint Alaick]

"Science?"
"No. Your own Kind, Hugo."
The words did not convey their meaning for several seconds. Then Hugo gasped. "You mean--other men like me?"
"Exactly. Other men like you. Not one or two. Scores, hundreds. And women. All picked with the utmost care. Eugenic offspring. Cultivated and reared in secret by a society for the purpose. Not necessarily your children, but the children of the best parents. Perfect bodies, intellectual minds, your strength. Don't you see it, Hugo? You are not the reformer of the old world. You are the beginning of the new. We begin with a thousand of you. Living by yourselves and multiplying, you produce your own arts and industries and ideas. The New Titans! Then--slowly--you dominate the world. Conquer and stamp out all these things to which you and I and all men of intelligence object. In the end--you are alone and supreme."
Hugo groaned. "To make a thousand men live my life--"
"But they will not. Suppose you had been proud of your strength. Suppose you had not been compelled to keep it a secret. Suppose you could have found glorious uses for it from childhood--"