[ 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 .

God made the integer. Man defined it. 
 
 It ’ s been 43 years. Some will say it ’ s been there since time immemorial. Those people choose to forget. The tests were, of course, a smokescreen. The poor and stupid were siphoned into the lower levels, while the people at the top stayed at the top. 
 
 I was going to change that. 
 
 I ’ m a 193, owing to the fact that I was the heir to a distantly related steel magnate who had no direct family. Despite that, I grew up in poverty and grew to despise the upper class. Luckily for me, the higher you are, the more dynamic the divide becomes. The world is run by 200s, but there it draws people from the 190s, an open secret to those well connected. What goes on there is anybody ’ s guess. 
 
 I was in front of the capitol building. The 200s is clandestine, but the building itself is weathered concrete. I rap at the door, accidentally nudging them open. “ Hello? ” I asked aloud, but my only reply was an echo. I walked in casually, in what looked like the innards of an ancient cathedral. The entire room is an austere white, vast yet completely empty. In the horizon I see ivory doors with letters that are illegible from this distance. A few short, heavy steps later I can make out the words. 
 
 “ Are you content? ” 
 
 The words gave me pause. I had been alive for half a century, and only seven of those years were spent amongst the people I identified with. Any names or faces from my destitute childhood were a hollow blur. I was indignant; these people needed me, I was their messiah. They couldn ’ t manage themselves, and I was the one to step in and save them, if it meant I was going. “ This is a test. ” I concluded. I made haste for the handle, groping at it until it gave way. Ahead of me was an inclined road, ironically a rather beaten path. I took my coronating strides to the summit with pride. 
 
 At the top, I was greeted by a long, barren trail of broken glass, and an old weathered face picking it up. I smiled at him. He smiled a toothless smile back. 
 
 It was disgusting.
