[ WP ] It 's discovered that only 10 % of the population have free will , everyone else in the world only follows very specific programming .

Mountains of papers amassed atop a structure that could have been a desk. Like pillars of marble, they glowed in ambitious beauty and glory. Tall. Pensive. His silhouette was juxtaposed against the harsh white light coming in through the window. Beyond that room, nothing else was important. 
 
 He cleared his throat, and turned to the professors who granted him their ear. Yet still, he was an ominous silhouette against the panes of glass that brought light to the subject. A subtle irony, as his lips parted and the words came: 
 
 `` Gentlemen, here,'' he gestures to the white colossus of scripts, words detailing every step of his mad mind. `` Is the proof.'' 
 
 Of course, this statement was not unimpressive; it is well known that among the academics, the words of a thousand souls can not even bring a concept to justice. And as such, there was a still silence. An eager waiting. Ears straining, stressing for more. Thirsting for words of revelation. 
 
 `` Amassed here is the white beacon of human understanding. Through countless decades of humanity's sacrifices to this cause, to this quest for knowledge,'' he turns, spreading his arms: an apparition of Christ. 
 
 `` I have built the foundation for the next step in human evolution.'' 
 
 The room was teeming with anticipation. Not a word, and hardly a breath, polluted the silence. It was as if the world had stopped. 
 
 `` Ninety percent of the human race are mere programs.'' 
 
 And so the spell was cast. The silence, unbroken. Perhaps it was replaced by white noise. The light of knowledge marinating the souls of the men who had gathered so eagerly to hear the information. It was a natural eruption, as a rifle was destined to be fired. 
 
 Impossible! Improbable! Inconceivable! Irrational! 
 
 The exclamations claimed the silence, breaking the virgin sound and retaliating with the full force of the primitive human mind. 
 
 `` The proof is here, gentlemen,'' he said. Not a sweat was broken, not a hint of discourage in his voice, not a glitch in his posture as he stood tall, silhouetted as if he absorbed the light. 
 
 Down came the pillars, the maniac scripts. The men turned to boys, wrecking havoc on the epitome of science. The new evolution. The wings of a thousand birds could n't match the sound at which the papers turned. The scripts were read, word after word. And to no avail. 
 
 Boys became infants, brought to nothing but simple minds. A plea for an explanation, a plea for a meaning. Now, the despair choked the room. Nothing mattered but the question: 
 
 `` What world have we built? Where all believe their will is free?'' 
 
 He smiled, and turned. He moved slow, but relaxed. Leisurely, as if he world were in perfect equilibrium. Pushing aside the remaining piles of paper, he lifted the device and placed it on his left hand. He began to open the device. A booming sound returned the silence to its power. Its timbre was unworldly. A beautifully worked tone grasped the chaos, gently putting it aside so that the matter at hand could be spoken: 
 
 `` We have built a world that is now ready for a new step in evolution, gentlemen. Now we can truly begin the evolution.'' 
 
 *Click... click... *
