[ 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 .

For some reason, some of the higher numbers thought the later-generation Ones deserved a chance at redemption, so they decided to build a few schools. They gave up after finding fifteen employees in a pile in front of the facilities. I managed to get some loot out of that pile. Fed me for a month. That was 15 years ago. 
 
 Oh, do n't look at me like that. It's not like *they* were going to use it. 
 
 I'm part of the third generation to live here. Based on the books I managed to steal from that school before most of the teachers died or quit, this whole system came from some test that determined morality. The scores go all the way up to 200, that unbelievable level of morality that all of the world's leaders had at the time. Standard of living was determined by the score one gets. 200's get luxury somewhere in the South Pacific. We get a desert that needs supplies dropped to avoid a human rights uproar. 
 
 They must have figured that we would have been dead by now, because otherwise I'm pretty sure my grandpa would have been put in a gas chamber given the faith they put in the test. They did n't do another test, but it's not like I could communicate with the outside to take one. Even if I did, why should anyone listen to a *One*. We're probably going to shoot up the testing facility. ( Actually, someone would do a lot worse than shooting it up. ) 
 
 I was curious about something mentioned in one of the books. It was called the `` internet,'' an almost limitless source of information and communication. By all indications, it has to still exist somehow, though most technology is guarded by the military. 
 
 Do n't get me wrong. I'm already smarter than the average guy pointing a gun in my face, but I want more. I want to know the map of the brain. I want to read random stories on forums. I want to know how the World Order overcame the intense nationalism of almost every country on the planet. 
 
 I want to know how they made the test. I need to know. Why am I in the slums? What did I actually do? 
 
 To that end, I started weighing my options ten years ago. There is probably going to be some kind of self-destruct sequence on anything I could find in Zone 1, and I doubt anything would be able to access the internet anyway. I'm not going to be able to put a hole in the wall. If I tried to climb it, I would probably get shot and the foundation is too deep to dig under. 
 
 And then I looked at the sky. Helicopters monitor everything. They do n't care if we kill each other, of course, but they will shoot me if I try anything. I could n't attack them, and it would have been impossible to lure them into a trap. Even if I tried making a big red SOS on the roof, they're not humanitarians. They're almost as bad as we are. 
 
 I stared at the things for hours. They did n't have unlimited fuel, and I knew it. My goal was to find the military base in Zone 1 and ask politely if I could join. 
 
 I was sixteen. Almost combat age. I assumed they needed a new scumbag, but I was wrong. 
 
 They had a few too many. 
 
 They beat an unarmed sixteen-year-old half to death. I lied there for three hours before another one crouched next to me. I tried to move away, but he did n't try to hit me. 
 
 `` They did n't beat you too badly did they?'' he said, pulling out some bandages. 
 
 Long story short, I managed to join the professional scumbags after some serious psychological tests. Apparently, Ones did n't usually join the military. Who would have thought it would be a bad idea to go anywhere near the people who will shoot you for looking at them funny? 
 
 I got access to the military databases one year ago. There was no mention of how the test ran, but all critics of the test were scored below 20, as were the members all but one political party. I stopped looking then. I could put two and two together. 
 
 Six months ago, I was tried and found guilty of desertion. 
 
 I was scheduled to be executed yesterday, but, instead, I woke up in Zone 1 with an unlocked green crate next to me. I looked inside and smiled from ear to ear. 
 
 I'm gon na burn this place to the ground.
