[ 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 love this premise. Sorry my response sucks but I wanted to throw an idea out... if anyone can do better please steal my idea and rehash. ) 
 
 Helen was lucky for two reasons. First of all, she was a 200. Second of all, her family lived by The Wall. 
 
 The Wall was ancient, towering hundreds of feet in the air, covered in birds' nests and small, stunted trees that jutted outwards like arms. It was good for climbing, even though climbing was technically forbidden. There was a chain link fence dividing her family's house from the wall but there was a hole in it and you could sneak through and go play on the wall. Helen and her best friends, Jenny and Bartholomew, liked to sneak away during Personal Reflection Time while their parents went to Community Meeting. They were still two years away from having to attend Community Meeting but they had outgrown Nursery so they used Personal Reflection Time to play on The Wall. Usually they played 200s vs. 1s. Bart and Helen liked to be the Evil 1s and try to attack Jenny, who was always a 200. ( Jenny was not very creative and could n't imagine being anything but a 200. ) 
 
 Lately, they'd been spending more time on The Wall than usual because Community Meeting was running long. It was the time of year when the newly assigned babies came in and Jenny's family was hoping to get another one, even though they already had two. Bart's family had only him, and Helen's family had two but was likely going to be assigned another because her older sister, Ruth, had recently been assigned to work in Mineshaft Sector 9 and was almost old enough to move into her own home. 
 
 It was late autumn and there had just been a downpour, leaving parts of The Wall slippery and crumbling. Bart was poking Jenny with a stick; Jenny had crawled into a hole at the base of one of the gnarled trees and was shrieking with fake horror. 
 
 `` And now you're trapped, 200! Feel the wrath of my Death Stick!'' cheered Bart. 
 
 `` No, have mercy!'' cried Jenny from the hole. 
 
 `` Mercy?! I do n't know the meaning of such a word! *Die, die, die! *'' 
 
 `` Ow, Bart! Do n't poke that hard.'' 
 
 `` Sorry. How's this?'' 
 
 `` That's good.'' 
 
 `` Okay, let me know if I go too hard again. *Die, die, die! *'' Bart poked the stick down the hole; Jenny squealed with delight, squirming deeper into it. 
 
 `` I'll flush her out from here!'' called Helen, finding another hole at the base of a tree and climbing into it. 
 
 `` Hear that, Ms. 200? We've got you surrounded!'' exclaimed Bart. 
 
 Giggling, Helen crawled into the dirt tunnel shaped by tree roots and years of erosion, trying not to get too much dirt on her dress so that her mother would n't have a difficult time with the laundry. It was a lost cause; Helen eventually gave up, scrambling quickly into the hole, which twisted away into the earth. After several seconds, Helen realized it kept going. Suddenly the game was less exciting than the hole itself, and she was clamoring on her hands and knees into it, scraping dirt and pebbles into her skin, but not really caring too much. 
 
 She could hear noises up ahead. 
 
 `` Bart?'' she called, her voice oddly flat in the tunnel. There was the noise of earth being dug, and suddenly the tunnel caved in partially. Helen shrieked, her nose and mouth suddenly filled with earth, the suffocating smell of dirt, and she thrashed, trying to get loose. 
 
 The next thing she knew, someone was pulling her to her feet. 
 
 `` It's okay, I've got you... stop crying, little girl, you're okay...'' 
 
 `` Wow! She came right out of The Wall!'' 
 
 Blinking, Helen looked around. Two dirty little boys and an older woman were looking at her curiously. 
 
 `` W-who are you?'' she sniffled, feeling scared. It was n't that nothing looked familiar. Worse, it was that everything looked familiar. Everything looked... perfectly the same. But mirrored. The houses and the trees and the Community Center and the Nursery and the Rendering Plant and the Purification Center were all flipped around, giving her a weird sense of nausea. 
 
 `` I'm Rand and this is Evan and this is my older sister Judy. You're all muddy. Want me to get you a towel?'' asked one of the boys. 
 
 `` Are you from the other side of The Wall?'' asked the other little boy, eyes widening. He took a nervous step back. 
 
 `` Leave her alone, ca n't you see she's scared?'' snapped Judy. `` It's okay, little girl. We're 200s. What are you?'' 
 
 Helen turned and looked at The Wall, confused. `` I... I'm a 200.'' 
 
 `` No, that's impossible. *This* is the 200 zone.'' 
 
 Helen shook her head. `` No, *that's* the 200 zone.'' 
 
 Miles away, at the Central Sorting Center, Technician # 43-B watched the grainy camera intently, finger hovering over the Alarm Intercom button. The world had been at peace for 300 years, but all that could crumble in an instant if any of the Secure Zones merged. It was only through careful control of supplies, schedules, and propaganda that the Leader had managed to keep them enslaved for so long. The trick, he had explained, was giving them all perfect scores. Telling them they were happy. Telling them their zone was perfect, and the other, lesser zones were n't. There were never complaints, never uprisings. Every child was given a perfect score and placed with a loving family, eventually being assigned to work in the mines, living a pointless little existence, unaware of their role as a cog in the machine. 
 
 `` Sir... Zones 34 and 186 are compromised,'' said Technician # 43-B, pressing the button. 
 
 `` Send out a drone,'' came the immediate reply. `` Get a Patch Team on it to fix up the breach.'' 
 
 Technician # 43-B obediently began typing into the panel's command prompt, keeping an eye on the children on the screen. It was a shame, he thought. He had a daughter about her age. He looked up at the faded photo above the monitor, tucked into the picture frame of the Leader, below which was an inscription: 
 
 THE LEADER - # 1
