[ WP ] Describe a universe where a personal stat is displayed above everyone 's head . One can see everyone else 's stat except their own . Talking about the stat is strongly taboo . Reveal what the stat represents at the end .

Its taboo of course to talk about the Stat. Everyone knows theirs of course, some find out about it though friends, some their families tell them, others just pay to have it told to them. James knew his stat it was 15,957,031. His family told him what his stat as and his friends had confirmed it. It never changed, from the day he came into this world that number above his head had never changed just like everyone else. He personally believed that the closer someone else ’ s number was to his own the better a match they were for a relationship. That ’ s what his mom and dad believed with their 12,800,856 and 12,800,850 floating over their heads all their lives. They never tired seeing the other much less got in a fight. All their married lives they were happy and in love with the other. That ’ s what he was looking for. He was almost 35 at this point and getting to a point of hopelessness is his quest for a life partner. 
 
 Over the years he had dated lots of people who had a number near his. Nothing had ever worked out though, last summer it was a ballerina who turned out to be bat shit crazy with a 15,957,001 over her head, when he was 18 he dated a businessman with a 15,957,021 floating above his head. It turns out James was not attracted to same sex partners no matter how close their number was to his. 
 
 There were dating sites that were all about the Stat. You try to find people with a close stat, an opposite stat, a stat that was a multiple or a factor of your stat. Hell in Japan they think having a stat that is prime overrules everything and people with prime stats can basically pick who they want over there basically. 
 
 In that past hundred years there have been thousands of theories about the Stat. People had thought those with higher stats were meant to be rulers; another theory that always cropped up was it was some kind of luck stat. Some thought it was a kind of unique serial number for every human on the planet, but the age of mass communication had put an end to that when it was found out that there were duplicates and a person ’ s stat could be higher or lower than their parents so that was out the window. In the end no one had a solid theory on the Stat. All anyone knew for sure was that it was always floating above you and it never changed. 
 
 Last year there had been a baby girl born in India who had a Stat of 100,000,000 people from around the world flocked to see her. Some prayed to her as though she was a deity and asked for miracles to be preformed. She had to have a protective detail as some nutter in Greece started a movement that she was the omen of the end of times. James felt bad for her as she would never have a normal life with her Stat. 
 
 That night James got a message from a girl whose Stat was the exact same as his. Her message said she thought he was attractive and she thought that they might be compatible since they had the same Stat. He messaged her back that he thought she cute and after looking at her profile he felt the same. They agreed to meet the next day at a little restaurant by the lake. She was a little younger than he at 32 but she seemed like she could really click with him. 
 
 
 After what felt like too long of a Friday at the office James jumped in his lifted ford pickup and started to head towards the lake road. He never even saw the drunk driver with the 71,589,846 floating above the car. There was just a movement to his left and the next his world was spinning. He never knew that his front left tire had gone over the nose of the low sports car as though it were a ramp or how the truck had rolled 5 times. All he knew there was pain and then a white light. 
 
 
 Then he was standing there next to a being in white. James looked at the being all in white, and wondered how he got there. Soon he got up the nerve to ask what was going on. The being in white explained he had died, and he could have all his questions answered. James soon found his voice and asked “ how are my mother and father? ” Then as if it was a vision was beamed into his head he knew that his parents had taken his death hard but it made them closer. They spent the rest of their lives devoted to causes that he would have been proud of. He then asked about the girl he was going to meet. Again as if beamed into his head, he saw her leave from the restaurant where she had waited for him. Then he saw her meet a man who she would fall in love and marry with a man with an 85,955,875 above his head never knowing he had died on his way to meet her. After a time he looked at the being in white and asked what ’ s next. The being in white said “ It is time to be born again my son ”. And with that they walked side by side to a gleaming white room with one door and small red button next to the door. 
 Once in the room the being in white told him to push the button. When he did he saw the numbers 91,597,681 appear in front of him. With that he looked at the being in white for an explanation. The being looked at him and sighed, “ You ask this every time you are born again. ” James looked at the being expectantly. “ It ’ s the random seed value for this incarnation of you, you were not supposed to be able to see the number, but the programmer forgot to set the variable to hidden and thought the results were hilarious to watch so he left the variable unhidden in the last patch. Now off you go ” 
 
 With that there was a warm darkness and then a bright light and he cried out as he heard someone say. “ Congratulations Mrs. Hartford it ’ s a happy baby boy. ” With that Mr. and Mrs. Hartford beaming with pride at their new son name him Brandon while the nurse fills out the birth certificate first name, Brandon; last name, Hartford; Stat, 91,597,681. 

