[ 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 .

`` So, the test does *nothing*?'' 
 
 `` No, no, the test does do something, obviously. It just does n't *work*.'' 
 
 My eyes widened, mind racing, considering the possibilities. `` But they - the people, I mean - are all identical?'' 
 
 The man, sitting in his chair, rubbed his hands together in a gesture that I was learning meant frustration. `` No! No they are n't!'' 
 
 `` But they're all the same *simulated person*, so-'' 
 
 `` They're all simulated, but they were all raised differently! Some were raised from the age of three knowing they were 23's, the *scum of the Earth*, where others believed they were 145's, God's chosen few. And *that's* what this is about. What this whole thing was about!'' 
 
 `` And what I'm about is writing an article all about this ongoing experiment of yours, so if you could be-'' 
 
 His hands paused in their wringing. I raised an eyebrow. 
 
 `` Unless... unless it *has* come to an end?'' I did a quick mental calculation. `` I though this simulation was supposed to run up to 80 virt-years! You should still have another month left-'' 
 
 He sighed morosely. 
 
 `` Well, there's no one left *alive* in it, so that might be a bit pointless.'' 
 
 Dammit. Why do all my assignments turn out to be interesting ones? 
 
 ``... What happened?'' 
 
 `` Genocide. The high-value were convinced by the mid-high to form a coalition to defend against the sure-to-happen depredations of the low-value, since they reasoned the lows would n't respect the boundaries of zones, and infiltrate them. The low value tried to hold up under the pressure of being seen as the worst beings in existence, but many broke, leading them to commit the crimes they were essentially already paying for, thus in a self-fulfilling way, confirming the high-values' conclusions. The high value coalition was threatening to fall apart, though, so some in the high-value began enforcing their `` protection'' more aggressively, in an attempt to illustrate their worth. This crackdown caused more and more lows to cave. They then organized a last-ditch show of public protest against the prosecution and the frustrations of a lifetime saddled with a massive *inferiority complex*, but it was too late... Then... Then came the camps.'' 
 
 This time, it was my pen that stopped moving. `` The camps?'' I said, lightly. 
 
 `` Furnaces, too.'' My blood ran cold, despite the odd warmth of the room. 
 
 `` So, what happened?'' 
 
 He rubbed his forehead. `` It was a simulation. Just a simulation. But-'' 
 
 He pointed at the bank of computers. Computers, I noticed, that did n't have a single light blinking. He shrugged helplessly. 
 
 `` I unplugged it. What would you do?'' 
 
 I placed my pen against my lips. This was going to be a difficult one to write up. `` Sorry. One last thing. What is your office's mission?'' 
 
 `` Simulation Analytics? To try and... to learn more about the world. Like any scientist.'' 
 
 `` It sounds like you did.'' I intoned, more to myself than him, as he looked away from me, at some new glinting thing out the window.
