[ 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've heard stories of how, long ago, people of all types were allowed to live together, a place where people with a goodness score of 1 were allowed to live in the same places as people with goodness scores of 200. 
 
 Of course, this world stopped existing after a team of scientist invented the perfect way to test someones `` goodness''. The goodness test was n't widely accepted, until Vladimir Putin, a dictator, discovered the test while he was browsing a website called `` Facebook'' ( The creator of this site was later killed by a mob of Goodness Test believers after they discovered he had a goodness test of 1 ). He discovered this test while he was invading America, and after he somehow managed to conquer America, he made taking this Goodness Test mandatory to take for every person. 
 
 He started making the people with goodness scores under 40 into slaves, who built the walls we see now. None of this matter now, however. This all happened very long ago, and none of it matters anymore. The people who have yet to be diagnosed are kept outside the walls. `` my, my..your score is a 10.'' `` Put him in the cart, let him live with the rest of the filth.''. `` Next person. ``, I walk up to him, nervous. `` Okay, just go in there, and take the test.'' I walk in to the rather well lit cubicle, a sharp contrast between the dark and pouring rain outside. I take the test, I walk out. `` Well, are n't you lucky. You've got a score of 75. Go into that bus, and you and the other people in there will be transported over to sector 75. Enjoy the ride.'' 
 
 I look back at the camp one last time, before walking into the bus. After a small wait, we set off for sector 75. As we pass through sector 1, I see a barren wasteland, and our car gets attacked by the inhabitants. They threw glass bottles, and rocks at our bus, which was thankfully heavily armored. The bus-driver sped up, and we thankfully got away. To be continued, possibly.
