[ WP ] All 10 billion humans in the world wear wristbands that display their rank in terms of access to global resources in real time . Yours just jumped from the middle of the pack to # 19 in a span of 10 minutes .

“ Congratualtions ” 
 
 The wide eyed and eager stewardess greeted us upon arrival. Something about this seemed wrong, even though it was fair. 
 
'You have been selected to save to the world', the sign outstretched over the open blast door streamed. 
 
 “ Honey, grab your sister. Honey, take your ”... everything seeming so fast, the pushing and shoving of lines, and guards barking orders. Sounds drawn out into a single cacophonous fuzz of confusion. 
 
 “ Honey, take your sister ”, said mom. 
 
 “ Do n't get separated no matter what ”, she scolded into us, physically placing my hand upon my sisters wrist. 
 
 Griping at her wrist as if ready to guide her. It's time to be the older brother. 
 
 A deep hue of red filled the room and lite the walls. What was once white light now drowned in a crimson that casts itself across the corridor, as if it was the blood of those left behind. The bright red fading in moments to a black, a darkness broken by emergency lights spinning, and the glow of electronics. 
 
 “ Mandy, your wrist ”, I spoke out in the dark. The bright glow of my little sisters wristband now showing'20'. 
 
 looking down upon myself. 
 
 `` My wrist band is changed too'', showing'19'. 
 
 It was then it became obvious. The meek who bought a ticket inherited all the world, and I assume the pilot and stewardess get a take as well.
