my name is tobias eaton


“My name is Four,” I say. “Call me ‘Stiff’ again and you and I will have a problem.”
He rolls his eyes, but I know I’ve made myself clear. I have a new name, which means I can be a new person. Someone who doesn’t put up with any cutting comments from Erudite know-it-alls. Someone who can cut back. Someone who’s finally ready to fight back.


My name is Tris Prior. And I’m here to reveal the truth. There are others who exist on this planet. They do not view us as equals. They call themselves ‘The Pure’ and they call us ‘The Damaged’. They created a wall to divide us from their world. And factions to divide us from each other. We were their experiment, and it almost destroyed us. They tried to make us forget who we are and where we’re from, but they did not succeed. So, here we stand together, not as five factions, but as one city. We’re gonna tear down their wall. You’ve seen us, and now, we see you. To those of you beyond the wall, hear me loud and clear, because I know you’re listening. Chicago is not your experiment. It is our home. And it always will be.