[ WP ] One day , everyone has numbers floating above their heads . However , these numbers are completely arbitrary and do n't represent anything . Describe the effects this would have on society .

I do n't know how long it's been since I've been inside of this small wooden cubicle. I felt it being hoisted up high hours ago. Instintively I slid my finger behind my ear to push my hair back then stopped to place my finger tips on my bare scalp. 
 
 It was about a day ago, maybe 2 when the numbers appeared. 
 
 Social media errupted with selfies, the news anchors were inbetween amused and scared. Several government secretaries made various speeches about the situation, the one that caused the most reaction was the one claiming that the numbers all seemed to be unique and can add additional security features for all people across the world. 
 That took a lot of selfies down and people trying to figure out ways to hide there numbers, especially the ones with only 3 and 2 digit numbers. 
 
 Number 8 was a teenage boy from Denmark, he immediately became inundated with requests of meetings, money and child blessing ceremonies from the whole of China. 
 Different groups of cultures, fans and religions began the hunt for specific numbers. That's when they came after me. 
 
 I was kidnapped by a group of cloaked figures and blindfolded. No matter how much I struggled and screamed or protested, even begged they did n't unbind my hands or feet. All they said was my number, over and over and over again. 
 I'm not sure when or for how long but I fell asleep and was awakened by being dragged to my feet. 
 I did n't have the energy to fight anymore, I was numb. 
 They stripped me naked and scrubbed down every single part of my body and proceeded to shaved my head. I was sobbing uncontrollably as my long dark wavy hair fell around me. 
 And now I'm here, in this wooden box. 
 
 No clothes. No hair. No concept of time. 
 
 I held my breath as some noises outside pricked at my ears. 
 
 It sounded like people. A lot of people. 
 
 There was a low chant slowly rising in volume, and one side of the cubicle opened slowly to show a really bright light. Or maybe it only seemed bright in comparison to where I was. I was n't sure. 
 I stepped out and gasped. 
 
 I was in huge hall, with a high domed ceiling standing on a glass platform. A huge crowd of people in beige hooded cloaks were directly beneath me holding up different baskets with an assortment of things. 
 
 The chanting become loud do a point of being deafening. 
 `` ONE... ONE... ONE'' 
 A man stepped forward and as he raised his hands the crowd became silent. 
 `` Brothers and Sisters, today we are saved. We have found the beginning, the single entity, the eternal being to save us from sin and heal all our troubles. The One.'' 
 The chanting began again and my eyes open wide in realisation. 
 
 They were... worshipping me.
