[WP] You live in a world where every time you have a birthday, you get to level up a skill like in video games (intelligence, strength, charm etc.) most people spread their points evenly on each skill. But you put all 30 of your points into that one skill nobody cares about

[WP] You live in a world where every time you have a birthday, you get to level up a skill like in video games (intelligence, strength, charm etc.) most people spread their points evenly on each skill. But you put all 30 of your points into that one skill nobody cares about

Society broke up into blocs. Since individual skill was easily determined based by point allocation, and point allocation was something you could easily access, things became caste like.

It wasn’t so bad as caste systems you might expect; after all, belonging to a given caste was voluntary, and indeed, people being mismatched for the job or life they selected was unheard of; after all, you put the points in, you selected what you wanted.

The construction workers chose to work in that field just as much as the geniuses in the universities chose their field; whatever training was given to them was locked under the burden of prerequisite point allocation; after all, it would hardly be just to give someone information or training that they weren’t specced into using.

Thus, mankind became palatable and a product that could be shipped and shaped according to higher directory; we lost what made us special and interesting, because, as a whole, we had shaped ourselves into being identical products, demarcated by a handful of points we were willing to spend.

I stared down at the spread of points before me, and raised an eyebrow lazily at the person across the table. “You have a spread with five points in strength, three in Int, and 12 and wisdom. The actual hell are you trying to get into?”

“Science science,” The intern said. “I want to study scientists.”

I stared at him for a long moment, cocking my head to the side.

As the only idiot who had maxed out wisdom in the last century, I took on a particularly awful role.

Figuring out point distributions for roles; and slotting outcasts.

And studying scientists wasn’t actually a stupid idea, in the end, my thirty points in wisdom told me. The bit of me that wasn’t thirty points of wisdom spoke up about the absurdity of the situation but…

“Yes, we could improve the efficiency of research if we had someone studying the interpersonal interactions and challenges that scientists face when applying for research grants and putting forth applications to allot points, couldn’t we?” I asked, idly, leaning back in my chair.

“Uh, yeah,” The intern said, scratching the back of his head. “That’s about what I was thinking. Well, thinking recently. You know how it is when you hit twelve wisdom, you go through a few paradigms.”

I remembered that distantly. I remembered how my whole life switched about and I realized how fantastically stupid it was to max out wisdom.

That was the burden of wisdom, after all; nobody appreciated you unless you were kept caged up and away from anything delicate.

Interpersonal relationships decayed fast when you actually had logical solution to problems. Nobody actually wanted to be solved. Everyone clung to some bitter nuance and ache; the quiet pains and suppositions of a system that failed to provide leniency.

Though research was being done into the wide spread ramifications of ‘respeccing’ as a concept, the technology wasn’t quite there, and the busy body meritocratic government feared reprisal if the elderly were unshackled from their ledges of maxed out stat pools.

The brainless and those who had not dipped into the four levels of intelligence or eight level of wisdom in order to get into university might find their caste to be unpalatable if given the option, after all. The arranged marriages and grouping of traits in the large scale test populations might discover their contracts were not nirvana when they realized the invisible strings that complete whole scale surveillance tied to their secret actions.

Wisdom maxed out was truly a stupid decision, I considered.

“So… what do you think about putting more points into wisdom on my birthday?” the intern asked quietly.

I laughed. “Stick around in wisdom until at least 18, it’s fucking amazing.”

I signed the paperwork and stuck the bastard with me. I’d live at least long enough to see him turn to alcohol.