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I woke up before dawn, unable to sleep with the anticipation of what the day would bring. The sterile, white walls of my dormitory seemed to close in on me as I dressed in the standard-issue shorts and t-shirt. Today was the day I would learn my fate – whether I would be classified as a Dom or a Sub, and finally, I'd know my place in this hyper-modern society.

I followed the other boys down the silent hallways, our footsteps echoing off the polished floors. The tension was palpable; everyone was on edge. The government center was a maze of sleek corridors and high-tech rooms, all designed to prepare us for this very day. We filed into the waiting area outside the test rooms, each of us lost in our thoughts.

The door to the test room opened, and my name was called. "Dean Gold."

I stood up, my heart pounding in my chest, and walked into the room. The test administrator, a stern-looking woman in a crisp uniform, greeted me with a nod. "Please, have a seat, Dean."

I sat in the chair in the center of the room, feeling the cool metal beneath me. The room was filled with advanced equipment, holographic screens, and various sensors. It was intimidating, but I knew this was the moment I had been preparing for my entire life.

"Are you ready to begin?" the administrator asked.