[ WP ] You are a sociopath in a post apocalyptic environment , describe how you remake society

If ever there was an annoyance, a hindrance to greatness in this life, it is the simple fact of biology. Physically, I am a human male; I have the requisite number of eyes and limbs and teeth, something that lesser men would call a blessing in this current time. But I am still blocked by the dam between my desire and my destiny. 
 
 I need people. We all serve a purpose in the world; some are to maintain the status quo, in fact many are. Or should I say, were. Others, fewer, are sent into the world to make an impact on it, to somehow change it's face to something... New. The men and women who unleashed this brave new world, they are the Changers. They refused to submit to what they called `` the system''. They could n't see the puzzle for what it was, a problem to be solved, a game to be played. They had grand ideas of fairness, of bond-breaking, of revolution. No one seems to realize that a revolution is just that; something that revolves, and will revolve always again, and again. 
 
 And I need them; my ancestors needed them and time enough has not passed for that need to expire. Leading me to sometimes wonder, if they knew what lied underground, would they still have bombed each other? If they knew that the depths of their nightmares were in fact in the depths of the earth beneath their feet, what would they have done? And, more importantly, what can I do differently? 
 
 I have been called many things. Bastard, genius, monster, most recently, old, but only by people who forget that the world was not always brown and muddy, and burning all the time. That there was a time when such a thing as a street existed, and one could walk down it with a reasonable idea of safety. But I've never been called a leader. And the people who were, I feel, are in many ways directly responsible for where I am today; for why I'm a nomad, for why I'm dirty, and forever tired. 
 
 It's time for a change. The people before me were too quick with their change. They were impatient and childish. When the vestiges of irrationality grip my mind, when the ever present hunger becomes too great for me to handle, I think that it's the closest I could possibly feel to that specific type of... 
 
 There was a noise up ahead. It was coming from a huddle of people crudely hidden in some foliage. I'd learned long ago that when meeting a survivor I must ask myself: What do they need? And how badly do they need it? 
 
 There were three. All looked emaciated but it was difficult to tell through their clothes. They were visibly upset by something, doing lots of gesticulating. There were two men, and the third was either a woman or very young; it was pretty small, so it could be either. 
 
 Hmm... Perhaps it was time to start something. For too long he had remained an outlier, been cast out. And look at the current state of affairs the world found itself in. 
 
 Slowly, he walked towards them. He felt to make sure his gun was in his pack, and that the other was strapped by his side. He certainly was n't about to be caught off guard. What was the point of building a better world if he could n't live in it? 
 
 `` Hi,'' he said as he approached. This was going to work. 

