[ 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 .

I'm Endlessly, I itched my foot. Nervous tic, I guess. 
 
 My long jeans ruffle as I scratch. 
 
 She walks back to the table, her beautiful face glowing in candlelight. Soft features, shining. A 198. Good god, I was nervous. I've never even seen a super-180, but a 198? Holy fucking shit! 
 
 I did my best to hide my 186 tattoo as we talk. making sure not to cross my arms. Endlessly, I itch. Fuck. Cool it, buddy. 
 
 `` I ca n't thank you enough for putting up the kids. You sure Geneveive does n't mind?'' She asked, her voice airy and light. 
 
 I smile, `` That old maid loves your kids, believe me. Gives her a break from cleaning all day!'' She mirrors my smile, eyes wandering around my high-ceilinged dining room. 
 
 `` I just could n't find a sitter with a super-170, and did you hear that story about that 160, with those poor kids?'' 
 
 `` Ca n't trust anyone anymore.'' 
 
 I hear a knock on the door at the back end of the room. The food must be ready. `` Please my dear, you must excuse me,'' I vomit, just coherent enough to be believable. Standing, I stride to the door, and disappear. 
 
 Geneveive walks in, shoving a tray with two covered dishes for the table. Rattling, she snakes her way around the ostentatious columns and tacky decor of the previous owner, finding the table. 
 
 `` How are my little ones?'' the woman asked, almost beaming with purity. 
 
 Eyes downturned, but warmly, Genevieve replies, `` they'll be resting now.'' The maid exits the room quickly, leaving the mother alone with her dishes. 
 
 It is quite a while, and I do n't return. But I see her there. Waiting. So patiently. I savor it. I drink it in. Look at this specimen, this swan. Clean, faultless. 
 
 I claw at the ankle bracelet they make us wear. I deactivated it weeks ago, after I found Geneveive. That old crone has been doing this a lot longer than I have. She actually cased this place. Fucking perfect. But I, I found HER. God, Geneveive nearly cried when she first saw her. 
 
 I wait for her to take off the dish. And I will wait as long as it takes. Because impatient ones do n't last long. No. Us Ones must be vigilant and patient and savor it. I will savor her finding the head of her child under that dish. And later, I will be patient as I watch the life slowly drain from her eyes.
