After the Testing
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Last published Wed, Nov 6, 2019
It's 2220 human kind has slipped into chaos. A new corrupt power has taken control of the world. Created is a system where at the age of 6 kids are taken away from their parents and trained in technology, weapons and combat. At the ages 8,10 and 12 a test is taken, at these stage most kids are cut from the system. They go back home where they will continue their lives under a corrupt government. For those who the test at age 12 gain the rank of Delta.
The next test is taken at the age of 14 if you fail you have 2 options memory wipe or death, the former is a privilege saved for the rich. For those who pass the test at age 14 they gave the rank of Beta.
Last test is taken two years after at the age of 16. If you pass this test you gain the rank of alpha. Fail this test you lose your life.There are myths and legends surrounding alpha rank. Some say they become a branch in the police force. Others say that they are sent to space. No one knows for certain what happens once one has gained alpha rank.
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