Time for the test.

Phillip finished writing in the rulebook and then looked up and noticed the subtle changes in the world around him. Adults seemed to be moving in clumps, the workers at the shop seemed dejected and resigned to a life of toil (more so than retail workers already did) and he had a vague sense of new memories. With a little focus he was able to recall his new life. It was not as different as he would have thought. His parents had both been top class and attended good schools, they were just as involved in his life as they had been in his previous life although his education seemed more holistic than academic which worried him, after all if he did poorly he could end up in the normie class, he shuddered at the possibility, his mind not even considering the idea that he could end up below the normal class. However to try to make sure he stopped thinking about his new memories. The test was today as far as he could recall and there was something nagging at him but he wasn't quite sure. Putting it out of his mind he slid the Rulebook into his backpack and headed to the testing facility.

Since every 18 year old was tested it took a decent length of time and so the testing was staggered to take place over a week. Phillip had convinced his parents to pay extra for a late ticket so that he could find out his results immediately. He recalled his parents seeming rather leery at this prospect but agreeing hesitantly. The testing facility was a large grey faced building and upon entering he was directed to the third floor where he found a waiting room with three other students he recognized from school. Helen Johnson a rather plain blonde girl, she hated Phillip due to his relentless bullying of her in elementary school, once even getting her a three day suspension after slipping a game he had stolen from another student into her bag. She gave him an icy glare when he entered the room and then made a point of looking away focusing in on a book she was reading. The second student was Amir Khan, as one of the only non-white kids in the entire district Amir had faced bulling from more than just Phillip however he was quick-witted, clever, and impossible to rile up so by the time 4th grade had rolled around everyone knew that picking on was a fruitless endeavor and more likely to result in ones own embarrassment. He sat on the floor meditating apparently entirely unaware, or more likely unconcerned by Phillip's entrance. The final person in the room was Kevin Loomis one of the only people Phillip actually got along with. Kevin was just as naturally cruel as Phillip just more physical, he was a star athlete and lorded that over everyone, uncharacteristically though he seemed rather nervous. Phillip sat down next to him.

"Hey Kevin, what's got you so worked up?" He said casually. Kevin looked at him in incredulity.

"We're the last group, unless we score right at the cutoff we will get our designation as we leave the room. I've heard if you end up as chattel they take you right to the **** barracks you don't even get to see your parents and say goodbye." Kevin stammered.

"Well don't worry I'm sure you'll do fine." Said Phillip, honestly he had no idea if Kevin would do fine, he was a musclehead and so probably would end up as chattel, Phillip resolved to buy him and give him a good life if Kevin ended up in that situation.

A voice then spoke from a PA system that Phillip had not noticed before. "Test takers please line up before the doors indicated on your tickets." Phillip checked his ticket and walked to one of the four doors that had suddenly appeared in what had previously been a blank wall. The doors opened and he entered the testing room. Before him was a black room with a single chair which he quickly went to and sat down at, he got out a pen in anticipation for the test to come. The same voice that had been on the PA then spoke. "How would you exit this maze?" a projection of a maze appeared before him and he studied it confused. He started trying to draw a path to the exit but could not seem to figure it out.

"Can I come back to this question?" He said hopefully.

No response came but the maze disappeared and the voice said "Please draw a cat." out of the floor a desk rose with a piece of paper and a pencil. Highly confused Phillip scribbled out a vaguely cat shaped figure and then looked up to where he thought the voice was coming from.

"When is the test going to start?" He asked growing worried.

No answer came but suddenly a light appeared illuminating a basketball hoop and out of the ground rose a basketball. "Please shoot the basketball into the hoop." Highly confused he picked up the ball and made a lazy shot which bounced of the rim and sent the basket ball rolling into the darkness of the room. He was still highly confused and then realized the issue. He had said that the test was one of intelligence, not academic ability. It dawned on him that this was a series of tests designed to learn about how smart he was from every single angle, athletically, artistically, mathematically, analytically, everything. He stated to sweat.

Four hours later it was over, Phillip was panicking, instead of asking about dates in history it gave him selected passages and asked him to analyze the figures in them. Instead of asking about pi*r squared it gave his a new formula and asked him to solve questions using it. The only part of the test that he was confident he had done well on was the memorization aspect. The voice came over the announcements cold and unfeeling.

"Due to the late nature of your testing your results are clear you have been assigned to the..."