[ 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 thought this would be more... interesting,'' Dr. Man sighed as she took a seat at the table. `` All the years of work. The international coordination. Deciding what geographic zones best complimented each number, crafting the appropriate habitats.'' 
 
 `` The money and effort was staggering,'' replied Sanders, head engineer of what we came to call'Project Quantify'. 
 
 `` We probably should have had people *take* the test first.'' came a voice from the other end of the table. 
 
 `` Yeah. We know that *now*. You should have thought of that when you designed the test, Lambert, `` Dr. Man shot in the direction of the voice. `` Little late now.'' 
 
 Dr. Lambert sighed. `` I was so focused on the test, itself. I wanted to make it perfect, to make all the construction and organization worth it. We knew designing a precise, infallible test would take time. So it made sense to start construction. We could n't very well wait years to get the test, then start building zones. Things had to be ready.'' 
 
 `` It made sense at the time,'' Sanders replied in a reassuring tone. `` And you were right about the test-design stage. That, at least, was worth it. No one doubts your test, or its results. We've all run the numbers, scanned the data. All our simulations match the results, once we fixed the simulations to include the *relevant* data.'' 
 
 `` No one doubts the results,'' Dr. Man allowed a grim chuckle, `` No one likes them, you mean. But you have to appreciate the humor of it. We all expected the same result. Constructed an entirely new world based on those expectations.'' 
 
 `` Then came the results.'' Sanders cut at Dr. Man's chuckle with a sullen monotone. `` Everyone's 100.'' 
 
 Lambert leaned back in his chair, removed his glasses, and slowly cleaned them. `` Everyone's 100. We should have seen it.'' 
 
 `` But we did n't. We could n't.'' Dr. Man had yet to unburden herself of the guilt and frustration, that lingering sense of blame heaped upon her by the world's population since the final results were announced. `` I mean, it's so counter-intuitive. Before the test, who would have thought Hitler was 100, too??'' 
 
 `` Guy invented highways.'' Sanders delivered his rehearsed line. 
 
 `` He brought wealth and prosperity back to Germany after WW1.'' Lambert recounted his usual fact while scrubbing at a small smudge on his glasses. `` And the Holocaust prompted the establishment of Israel as a political state. We knew all these facts. We just never put them together. We defined Hitler by the bad.'' 
 
 `` We were so biased. That's what the test really taught us. Everything balances out when you view it from the full scope of history,'' Dr. Man mused aloud. `` And, you know, I like that. I like knowing that in the end, for the whole, things generally turn out alright.'' 
 
 `` I like it too, but we ca n't design a world around it.'' Sanders rubbed his eyes. `` Too many people are out for their own self-interest, or their own group's interest. We just ca n't think on a global scale. It's too much for our primitive brains.'' 
 
 `` Which is why they all reacted that way. Why we're here. Why this has to happen.'' Lambert's voice broke on that last bit, as she ran her hand lightly across the table. 
 
 A young man in a plain brown suit entered the room, meeting the eyes of its three inhabitants. `` Well, it's time. The machines have been destroyed. The computers all erased, erased again, then burnt, smashed, compacted, buried. There is no longer any physical memory of the test. The only thing left...'' 
 
 `` The only thing left is to get rid of the folks who designed it. ``, Dr. Man finished the sentence for him. `` We know. We're ready. It's still to be public and quick?'' 
 
 `` Yes sir,'' replied the man in the suit, `` There's no need to cause any suffering. We just need to wipe the slate clean.'' 
 
 `` Have you decided how they will change it? How they will de-zone everything we've built and designed for 14 years?'' Sanders asked in a pained tone, like a parent having to give up their child to a new foster family. `` What will they do with the cities I designed?'' 
 
 `` I would n't know that, sir.'' replied the suit. 
 
 `` May I ask you a question, young man?'' Dr Man waited for a nod, received it, and continued. `` You saw the results. Did you believe them?'' 
 
 `` No sane person would say they believe them. You know the edict.'' promptly replied the young man, a bit of panic in his voice. 
 
 `` Son, you're speaking to a dead man. Who am I going to tell? Did you believe the results?'' pressed Dr. Man 
 
 The young man hesitated, ``... Some things are more than matters of belief, others less. I saw what you showed me, what you showed the world. I will not forget it.'' 
 
 `` Well, then at least something good came from this,'' Dr. Man smirked. 
 
 `` It all works out in the end,'' interjected Lambert with a dull laugh. `` Alright. Time to go.'' 
 
 The three exited the room. The young man closed the door behind them. 
 
 Life went on.
