My husband and I lived in sector A-01, the closest neighborhood to the watchtower. Every job in this world is chosen for you, according to your skills and interests. My chosen job was unique. I was to be an “Observer”. A part of the great leader’s observation team, whose only purpose is to observe, learn, and make sure they do not go off the Rules set forth by our ancestors. “Are you stressed?” My husband stood in the kitchen archway. His arm rested against the wall. He still wore his bed clothes, and his hair was a short mess. "Of course, I'm stressed, but I think I'll be fine," I said, glancing up at him from the kitchen table. "It's not every day one interviews to become a great leader," he said, a gentle tease in his voice. But beneath it, I could detect a hint of the same apprehension that I was feeling.