[ WP ] Every person in the world undergoes a `` goodness '' test . It 's designed to give a score from 1 to 200 , where 1 is pure evil , and 200 is an angel in human body . Then the world is divided into 200 zones , where people can live among their own kind .

The worlds capital city was a huge, walled masterpiece named'Virtue' to echo its extreme moral standards. The city was walled off into 200 sectors, each increasingly smaller than the last, until you reach the high rises in the city centre for the 200's or'true citizens' as they were affectionately referred to by the media. In stark contrast, the outer sector was effectively a giant slum for the 1's. 
 
 Here in Virtue your number determines the standard of living, many call this virtue incarnate. Others call it bullshit. I am inclined to agree with the others, and the situation is becoming toxic with the installation of a giant golden statue of Arete, the Greek goddess of virtue and valour in sector 200. The true citizens were playing a dangerous game, as it turns out that most people do not score well. Over 70 % of the cities population resides between sectors 1-50. 
 
 `` BROTHERS AND SISTERS! HEED MY WORDS!!'' begun a local fanatic. People were putting a temporary halt to beating the shit out of one another and petty acts of vandalism and theft to see what the commotion was all about. 
 
 `` Why do we follow a law that condemns us to a life of squalid containment!?'' his eyes were bloodshot as he spat each word. High as a kite I mused as I watched whilst smoking from the safety of a street corner within ear shot. 
 
 `` We have 15 % of virtues people in this sector alone, no other sector has more. I pose the question to you, my fellow brethren. How are the 1 % truer citizens than the rest? Who has the right to decide were less good than others..'' he reasoned as murmurs of debate broke out in the ever-increasing mob. 
 
 `` We should rise up! And free our fellow brothers over the walls and take what should be everyon-'' BANG the fanatics body lurched forward as a hole was torn through the robed man, spurting blood into the faces of those closest. The cigarette dropped from my mouth as I strained to see the source, way up high almost in the clouds. A man donned in brilliantly white, steel armour with a sniper stood atop the towering walls of what I would assume was the wall between sectors 197 and 198. Uprisings were not tolerated. 
 
 The mob erupted in cries of pure hatred, people grabbed sticks, guns and makeshift weapons as they hopped in trucks, cars and everything they could and charged the wall between 1 and 2. The wall stood merely 10 foot high and was in a state of disrepair. The skeleton crew of guards were took by surprise as I and thousands behind me plowed through the wall in mammoth truck rigs and into sector 2, where the industrial sector begun. We broke out in cheers as the guards were bludgeoned viciously behind us in the mob. 
 
 -- -2 months later and we have reached sector 90 and the uprising will not stop until the pretentiousness of the true citizens is brought down. -- -
