Tested
Autor Anna Mondersen Limba Engleză Hardback – 9 apr 2026 – vârsta ani
Set in a world where everyone’s future is determined by their Genetic Report Card, a girl who’s always believed she was at the top of society finds out her score was based off someone else’s DNA in this high-stakes middle grade dystopian novel.
For as long as Mikayla can remember, her future has been laid out for her. As an Elite in a world divided by genetic Elites, Defectives, and Expendables, she’ll live up to her stellar Genetic Report Card score of ninety-four by excelling academically, gaining acceptance into the Elite Scholars program, and eventually working for GenIn, the company that saved humanity after the catastrophic Great Dying.
All seems to be going as planned until a surprise assignment during Mikayla’s class changes everything. Soon, she’s reconnecting with a friend she thought she’d lost forever and—for the first time in her life—questioning the society she has put her trust in.
But if Mikayla isn’t the model citizen she always believed herself to be, then who is she?
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781665972796
ISBN-10: 1665972793
Pagini: 336
Ilustrații: f-c matte lam jacket on metallic stock w- emboss & two hits opaque white
Dimensiuni: 140 x 210 x 30 mm
Greutate: 0.47 kg
Editura: Aladdin
Colecția Aladdin
ISBN-10: 1665972793
Pagini: 336
Ilustrații: f-c matte lam jacket on metallic stock w- emboss & two hits opaque white
Dimensiuni: 140 x 210 x 30 mm
Greutate: 0.47 kg
Editura: Aladdin
Colecția Aladdin
Notă biografică
Anna Monders holds an MFA in writing for children from Simmons University and an MS in earth and planetary sciences from MIT. According to her genetic report, she has Irish ancestry, is a preferred target for mosquitoes, and is most likely a night owl. The genetic report could not, however, predict that her life adventures would include serving in the Peace Corps in Gabon, conducting biogeochemistry fieldwork in the Arctic, teaching in a one-room off-the-grid schoolhouse, and presenting high-energy book talks to kids across southern Oregon.
Extras
Chapter 1
“HEY, 94. WAIT UP,” Daniel calls.
I’m in a hurry to get to the lab, but I pause outside the building so he can catch up. It’s the sort of thing that looks good in our personality portfolio: Mikayla is courteous and community-minded; she interacts well with others. Too bad I can’t add my own details: Mikayla doesn’t complain when her classmate never calls her by her name.
Daniel bounds up beside me, his curly black hair bouncing on his forehead. “Spit day! Are you ready, 94?” He rubs his hands together like he can hardly wait.
“I’m ready,” I say. Ready for this final lab assessment to be over.
Daniel lands a gob of spit in his palms and shoves them my way with a grin. “Highest quality Elite 94 DNA!”
Typical Daniel move. I turn away and scan my wristband to unlock the door. “We’re extracting DNA from anonymous saliva samples, you know that,” I say.
“Too bad. We’ve got the good stuff, you and me both.”
A blast of cool air hits us in the face when we step inside. Daniel trots beside me down the tiled hallway toward our lab classroom. It’s early, but researchers are already hunched over their work in the labs we pass.
“So, tonight,” he says. “You coming out with us to Center Strand?”
He’s been asking me every week since our summer program began, and I’ve always said no. Mom had me coming to her lab on Friday evenings to start practicing the next week’s work. But there’s no new lab work now, and I hardly ever get the chance to hang out with my classmates outside the lab.
“You should do it,” Daniel says, sensing my possible interest. “It’s student night at Café DNA. Non-contam chocolate pastries ten percent off after eight p.m.!”
Maybe Mom would let me go. To strengthen social ties and all that. She knows that’s important too.
“I’ll ask my mom.”
“Really? You’ll go with me?” Daniel sounds a little too excited.
“I’ll ask her if I can go out with the whole group.”
Daniel wrinkles his nose for a second but moves on. “We’ve got to celebrate! Done with our last assessment of Elite Scholars Prep in…” He slows down and pulls his CommTab out of his bag to check the time. “Eight hours and fifty-seven minutes!”
“We still have to get through review week. And then the—”
“And you can tell your mom we’ll be studying tonight. We’ll get a table of 94s together, okay?”
The sudden serious tone of his voice—so unusual for him—makes me glance over as we turn the corner into our hallway. Daniel clowns around, but he must feel the weight of it too. The trial that has lurked, worse than any dark nightmare, slowly approaching all these years. It was always so far off. Too far off. And now, too close. We’re fourteen years old now, and it will be here next week.
The Year 14 Fulfilled Genetic Potential exam.
We’ve passed our health checks and personality evaluations. But the academic portion of the FGP exam is still ahead. Two marathon days of testing next Thursday and Friday.
I finger my purple Elite wristband as we approach our classroom. I have to prove I’m living up to my high genetic potential. I have to prove I’m worth investing in.
I shake off the fear that’s creeping in. I promised Mom that I would put blinders on today. Just focus on acing the final lab assessment—the DNA extraction, where we have to take someone’s spit and separate out the DNA from all the other stuff.
Daniel opens our lab classroom door, and I follow him inside. We’re more than half an hour early, but a bunch of kids are already here, probably doing math problems or reviewing the instructions for today’s lab work. I scan the room for Soraya, our teacher. I can’t wait to tell her about last night’s triumph. She isn’t hard to spot, helping Nick at his desk. She’s wearing a bright floral top and a swirly purple skirt. Her long dark hair drapes down her back. She’s a happy splash of color in the otherwise dull room—white walls, white and black tile floor, black lab tables, gray metal supply cabinets, white and gray lab equipment.
Soraya looks up and I wave to her. Soraya is my favorite—my favorite babysitter when I was little, back when we lived in the same neighborhood, and now my favorite teacher ever. She’s made this summer prep course almost fun.
I head to my usual desk by the windows, in the row next to Nick. Daniel slips into the desk behind me. I get out my review assignment on two-variable equations and speed through a few.
When Soraya is free, I flag her over. She smells like honeysuckle.
“I did three DNA extractions in a row last night in Mom’s lab,” I tell her. “All good data!”
She gives me a high five. In a whisper, I add, “I even had Mom’s lab assistant pretend to be Dr. Ava and glare at me the whole time. And I still didn’t mess up!”
Soraya chokes back a chuckle. “That’s my girl.”
She moves off to check on other kids, but her smile stays with me and blossoms into a warm feeling. I’m going to get through this. I’m going to nail our final lab assessment. I will have successfully completed the Genetics Institute’s Elite Scholars Preparatory Program. I will pass my FGP 14 exam next week. I will be accepted into GenIn’s Elite Scholars program for secondary school. I will eventually gain ranked GenIn status like my mom and become a second Dr. Grebe. I will work hard and contribute to society. I will have done everything that was expected of me.
Mom will be so proud.
In between solving equations, I watch Soraya move through the room. Only about half of the class will get into Elite Scholars, if we hit the same mark as previous years. Even though that’s a way better chance than for kids who don’t go through the prep program, I’ve tried not to think about the coming school year too much. But now that I’m this close, I’m giddy with the idea of having Soraya as one of my secondary school teachers. Next time she comes down my row, I catch her eye, and she stops at my desk.
“If I make Elite Scholars, are you going to be excited to have me as your student again in the fall?” I ask, even though I’m sure she will be. It will be her first year teaching in Elite Scholars.
Soraya looks at me with… what? Pity? My stomach drops. She doesn’t think I’ll get in?
“I’d love having you as a student!” she says. But her voice is off.
“Soraya, what’s wrong?” Was her encouragement all these weeks—years, really—fake?
Just then, there’s an all too familiar clack of heels in the hallway. Soraya and I both glance at the door. Dr. Ava doesn’t usually appear until ten a.m. for the weekly lab assessment, and it’s hardly past eight. Class hasn’t even officially started yet.
Dr. Ava steps inside our classroom. She’s a little younger than Mom, but she’s all thin, hard lines. Blond hair pulled back in a tight bun. Flat mouth. Steely eyes.
Behind her, two men in dark gray suits stand in the doorway. High-ranked GenIn staff? I don’t recognize them. Sweat beads at the back of my neck. Soraya didn’t tell us we’d have additional observers for this last assessment. I look up at her. Soraya’s face is frozen. In surprise? I glare across the room at Dr. Ava. She must have arranged it, then.
The snake.
It feels like she’d love for us all to fail. Especially me.
Soraya touches my shoulder lightly. She says in a low voice, “You can do this, Mikayla. And I know your father is proud of you.”
The mention of Dad rattles me. Why is she bringing him up right now? I can’t ask her because she’s already sweeping over to Dr. Ava and the two men. They go into the hallway, closing the door behind them.
Daniel pokes me in the back with his pen. “What’s that about?”
“Extra observers today, I guess.”
Daniel makes a sound like he’s not sure he believes me. I go back to my problem set. I don’t want to talk now. I want these math problems done before we start the DNA extraction. Mom will be quizzing me on two-variable equations at dinner for sure, and I need to be ready.
No one else seems to be worried about the gray suits. Raina is helping Nick. Alan and Angie are debating something over by the printer, Angie making broad gestures to hammer home her point. A couple of groups huddle at the back lab benches, looking over today’s DNA extraction methods. I try not to smirk. I’ve got those instructions mem-o-rized. Proved that last night. Three times in a row.
Behind me, Daniel taps his pen against his desk. Thwock. Thwock. Thwock.
Soraya is still in the hallway. Why did she mention Dad? I never talk about him if I can avoid it. She knows that.
Thwock-thwock. Thwock-thwock. Daniel’s pen beats faster.
Finally, I turn. “Stop it!” No teacher in here to dock points from my personality portfolio.
“Me?” Daniel lifts his pen. All innocence.
When I turn back to my math, he pokes my shoulder. Not so innocent.
“What?” I grumble.
“Betcha Soraya’s not coming back.”
“Shut it, Daniel,” I say.
“Did you see those suits? They could be straight out of Justice Academy.”
“Yeah, right,” I scoff. Daniel spreads rumors like Defectives spread diseases. No way Justice and Law is coming after Soraya. She’s too good.
“No, I’m serious,” he says, his voice low, earnest.
“You think Soraya is getting debanded?”
“Don’t know yet,” he says, his eyes on the door.
I grip my pencil harder, realizing my palms have started to sweat. The fear is always there. If you don’t toe the line. If you don’t measure up. If you don’t succeed. If you fall sick or get lazy or go crazy. You can lose everything in a moment. Maybe that moment involves two broad-shouldered men in gray suits?
I still wonder about Carmen, who sat next to me in Primary 4. One day she was pulled out of class and never came back. Rumors went around school that her whole family was sent to the Toxic Zone. Some kids said Carmen’s dad embezzled money from his work at GenIn Finance. Others said she developed a heart condition. One person even suggested her family got caught burning a Woods Leonard poster. All I knew for sure was that she was gone and I’d lost a friend.
I’m jarred out of my memories when the door finally opens. Dr. Ava clacks back into the room. I’ve never been so happy to hear her stupid shoes. Stupid Daniel and his stupid rumormonger mind had me tied in knots for a minute.
I wait for Soraya to reappear.
She doesn’t.
Neither do the gray suits.
My breath gets shallow. Dr. Ava goes to the desk at the front of the room—Soraya’s desk—and starts shuffling things around.
Daniel pokes me again and whispers, “If she says there’s been a family emergency, it’s the Toxic Zone for sure.” I glance back at him. He draws his finger across his neck, briefly, then waves his arm in the air.
“Dr. Ava?” he calls.
She looks up. “Yes, Mr. Ellis?”
“What happened to Soraya?”
Dr. Ava takes her time finding the paper she was looking for before she answers. I want her to answer Daniel’s question—my question that I didn’t have the nerve to ask.
“She has had other matters come up that require her attention at the moment,” Dr. Ava finally says.
At the moment? Does that mean that Soraya will be gone all day, leaving us with Dr. Ava alone? No!
“Soraya’s absence obliges me to rearrange my work to take care of you. I will oversee your final lab assessment today.”
Deep breaths, like Soraya taught me. I can do the DNA extraction. I can deal with Soraya being gone today, even if I don’t like it.
Dr. Ava looks coolly around the room. “I will also guide you through to your FGP 14 exam next week.”
Her words hit me like a blow to the stomach. I cannot breathe. Dr. Ava, only Dr. Ava, for this last important week. Not just the final lab assessment today. The review days next week. The launch into the dreaded Fulfilled Genetic Potential exam. I need Soraya, her support, her encouragement.
What could be more important than being here for our class this week? More important than being here for me?
Then I feel bad for thinking that. Clearly, something happened. She didn’t even have time to come back in and tell us she was going to be gone for a while.
Daniel raises his hand again. “Excuse me, Dr. Ava? Why did Soraya leave?”
Dr. Ava rests her eyes on Daniel. I don’t know how he gets away with the questions he asks.
“I need to take care of a few things in my office,” she says. “I will return before the official start of class at eight thirty. We will proceed with your preparatory program.” Her face twitches into a smile. “Perhaps we shall even enhance it.”
She holds up the paper she’d been searching for—our summer syllabus, it looks like—and then moves to the door.
Before she clacks out of the room, while my brain is still spinning with the implications of her “enhancing” our syllabus when we only have one assessment left to conquer, she turns back and skewers Daniel with her gaze.
“It is not any of your business, Mr. Ellis, where Soraya is or what she faces in her nonprofessional life. It is sufficient to say that she has had a family emergency.”
1
“HEY, 94. WAIT UP,” Daniel calls.
I’m in a hurry to get to the lab, but I pause outside the building so he can catch up. It’s the sort of thing that looks good in our personality portfolio: Mikayla is courteous and community-minded; she interacts well with others. Too bad I can’t add my own details: Mikayla doesn’t complain when her classmate never calls her by her name.
Daniel bounds up beside me, his curly black hair bouncing on his forehead. “Spit day! Are you ready, 94?” He rubs his hands together like he can hardly wait.
“I’m ready,” I say. Ready for this final lab assessment to be over.
Daniel lands a gob of spit in his palms and shoves them my way with a grin. “Highest quality Elite 94 DNA!”
Typical Daniel move. I turn away and scan my wristband to unlock the door. “We’re extracting DNA from anonymous saliva samples, you know that,” I say.
“Too bad. We’ve got the good stuff, you and me both.”
A blast of cool air hits us in the face when we step inside. Daniel trots beside me down the tiled hallway toward our lab classroom. It’s early, but researchers are already hunched over their work in the labs we pass.
“So, tonight,” he says. “You coming out with us to Center Strand?”
He’s been asking me every week since our summer program began, and I’ve always said no. Mom had me coming to her lab on Friday evenings to start practicing the next week’s work. But there’s no new lab work now, and I hardly ever get the chance to hang out with my classmates outside the lab.
“You should do it,” Daniel says, sensing my possible interest. “It’s student night at Café DNA. Non-contam chocolate pastries ten percent off after eight p.m.!”
Maybe Mom would let me go. To strengthen social ties and all that. She knows that’s important too.
“I’ll ask my mom.”
“Really? You’ll go with me?” Daniel sounds a little too excited.
“I’ll ask her if I can go out with the whole group.”
Daniel wrinkles his nose for a second but moves on. “We’ve got to celebrate! Done with our last assessment of Elite Scholars Prep in…” He slows down and pulls his CommTab out of his bag to check the time. “Eight hours and fifty-seven minutes!”
“We still have to get through review week. And then the—”
“And you can tell your mom we’ll be studying tonight. We’ll get a table of 94s together, okay?”
The sudden serious tone of his voice—so unusual for him—makes me glance over as we turn the corner into our hallway. Daniel clowns around, but he must feel the weight of it too. The trial that has lurked, worse than any dark nightmare, slowly approaching all these years. It was always so far off. Too far off. And now, too close. We’re fourteen years old now, and it will be here next week.
The Year 14 Fulfilled Genetic Potential exam.
We’ve passed our health checks and personality evaluations. But the academic portion of the FGP exam is still ahead. Two marathon days of testing next Thursday and Friday.
I finger my purple Elite wristband as we approach our classroom. I have to prove I’m living up to my high genetic potential. I have to prove I’m worth investing in.
I shake off the fear that’s creeping in. I promised Mom that I would put blinders on today. Just focus on acing the final lab assessment—the DNA extraction, where we have to take someone’s spit and separate out the DNA from all the other stuff.
Daniel opens our lab classroom door, and I follow him inside. We’re more than half an hour early, but a bunch of kids are already here, probably doing math problems or reviewing the instructions for today’s lab work. I scan the room for Soraya, our teacher. I can’t wait to tell her about last night’s triumph. She isn’t hard to spot, helping Nick at his desk. She’s wearing a bright floral top and a swirly purple skirt. Her long dark hair drapes down her back. She’s a happy splash of color in the otherwise dull room—white walls, white and black tile floor, black lab tables, gray metal supply cabinets, white and gray lab equipment.
Soraya looks up and I wave to her. Soraya is my favorite—my favorite babysitter when I was little, back when we lived in the same neighborhood, and now my favorite teacher ever. She’s made this summer prep course almost fun.
I head to my usual desk by the windows, in the row next to Nick. Daniel slips into the desk behind me. I get out my review assignment on two-variable equations and speed through a few.
When Soraya is free, I flag her over. She smells like honeysuckle.
“I did three DNA extractions in a row last night in Mom’s lab,” I tell her. “All good data!”
She gives me a high five. In a whisper, I add, “I even had Mom’s lab assistant pretend to be Dr. Ava and glare at me the whole time. And I still didn’t mess up!”
Soraya chokes back a chuckle. “That’s my girl.”
She moves off to check on other kids, but her smile stays with me and blossoms into a warm feeling. I’m going to get through this. I’m going to nail our final lab assessment. I will have successfully completed the Genetics Institute’s Elite Scholars Preparatory Program. I will pass my FGP 14 exam next week. I will be accepted into GenIn’s Elite Scholars program for secondary school. I will eventually gain ranked GenIn status like my mom and become a second Dr. Grebe. I will work hard and contribute to society. I will have done everything that was expected of me.
Mom will be so proud.
In between solving equations, I watch Soraya move through the room. Only about half of the class will get into Elite Scholars, if we hit the same mark as previous years. Even though that’s a way better chance than for kids who don’t go through the prep program, I’ve tried not to think about the coming school year too much. But now that I’m this close, I’m giddy with the idea of having Soraya as one of my secondary school teachers. Next time she comes down my row, I catch her eye, and she stops at my desk.
“If I make Elite Scholars, are you going to be excited to have me as your student again in the fall?” I ask, even though I’m sure she will be. It will be her first year teaching in Elite Scholars.
Soraya looks at me with… what? Pity? My stomach drops. She doesn’t think I’ll get in?
“I’d love having you as a student!” she says. But her voice is off.
“Soraya, what’s wrong?” Was her encouragement all these weeks—years, really—fake?
Just then, there’s an all too familiar clack of heels in the hallway. Soraya and I both glance at the door. Dr. Ava doesn’t usually appear until ten a.m. for the weekly lab assessment, and it’s hardly past eight. Class hasn’t even officially started yet.
Dr. Ava steps inside our classroom. She’s a little younger than Mom, but she’s all thin, hard lines. Blond hair pulled back in a tight bun. Flat mouth. Steely eyes.
Behind her, two men in dark gray suits stand in the doorway. High-ranked GenIn staff? I don’t recognize them. Sweat beads at the back of my neck. Soraya didn’t tell us we’d have additional observers for this last assessment. I look up at her. Soraya’s face is frozen. In surprise? I glare across the room at Dr. Ava. She must have arranged it, then.
The snake.
It feels like she’d love for us all to fail. Especially me.
Soraya touches my shoulder lightly. She says in a low voice, “You can do this, Mikayla. And I know your father is proud of you.”
The mention of Dad rattles me. Why is she bringing him up right now? I can’t ask her because she’s already sweeping over to Dr. Ava and the two men. They go into the hallway, closing the door behind them.
Daniel pokes me in the back with his pen. “What’s that about?”
“Extra observers today, I guess.”
Daniel makes a sound like he’s not sure he believes me. I go back to my problem set. I don’t want to talk now. I want these math problems done before we start the DNA extraction. Mom will be quizzing me on two-variable equations at dinner for sure, and I need to be ready.
No one else seems to be worried about the gray suits. Raina is helping Nick. Alan and Angie are debating something over by the printer, Angie making broad gestures to hammer home her point. A couple of groups huddle at the back lab benches, looking over today’s DNA extraction methods. I try not to smirk. I’ve got those instructions mem-o-rized. Proved that last night. Three times in a row.
Behind me, Daniel taps his pen against his desk. Thwock. Thwock. Thwock.
Soraya is still in the hallway. Why did she mention Dad? I never talk about him if I can avoid it. She knows that.
Thwock-thwock. Thwock-thwock. Daniel’s pen beats faster.
Finally, I turn. “Stop it!” No teacher in here to dock points from my personality portfolio.
“Me?” Daniel lifts his pen. All innocence.
When I turn back to my math, he pokes my shoulder. Not so innocent.
“What?” I grumble.
“Betcha Soraya’s not coming back.”
“Shut it, Daniel,” I say.
“Did you see those suits? They could be straight out of Justice Academy.”
“Yeah, right,” I scoff. Daniel spreads rumors like Defectives spread diseases. No way Justice and Law is coming after Soraya. She’s too good.
“No, I’m serious,” he says, his voice low, earnest.
“You think Soraya is getting debanded?”
“Don’t know yet,” he says, his eyes on the door.
I grip my pencil harder, realizing my palms have started to sweat. The fear is always there. If you don’t toe the line. If you don’t measure up. If you don’t succeed. If you fall sick or get lazy or go crazy. You can lose everything in a moment. Maybe that moment involves two broad-shouldered men in gray suits?
I still wonder about Carmen, who sat next to me in Primary 4. One day she was pulled out of class and never came back. Rumors went around school that her whole family was sent to the Toxic Zone. Some kids said Carmen’s dad embezzled money from his work at GenIn Finance. Others said she developed a heart condition. One person even suggested her family got caught burning a Woods Leonard poster. All I knew for sure was that she was gone and I’d lost a friend.
I’m jarred out of my memories when the door finally opens. Dr. Ava clacks back into the room. I’ve never been so happy to hear her stupid shoes. Stupid Daniel and his stupid rumormonger mind had me tied in knots for a minute.
I wait for Soraya to reappear.
She doesn’t.
Neither do the gray suits.
My breath gets shallow. Dr. Ava goes to the desk at the front of the room—Soraya’s desk—and starts shuffling things around.
Daniel pokes me again and whispers, “If she says there’s been a family emergency, it’s the Toxic Zone for sure.” I glance back at him. He draws his finger across his neck, briefly, then waves his arm in the air.
“Dr. Ava?” he calls.
She looks up. “Yes, Mr. Ellis?”
“What happened to Soraya?”
Dr. Ava takes her time finding the paper she was looking for before she answers. I want her to answer Daniel’s question—my question that I didn’t have the nerve to ask.
“She has had other matters come up that require her attention at the moment,” Dr. Ava finally says.
At the moment? Does that mean that Soraya will be gone all day, leaving us with Dr. Ava alone? No!
“Soraya’s absence obliges me to rearrange my work to take care of you. I will oversee your final lab assessment today.”
Deep breaths, like Soraya taught me. I can do the DNA extraction. I can deal with Soraya being gone today, even if I don’t like it.
Dr. Ava looks coolly around the room. “I will also guide you through to your FGP 14 exam next week.”
Her words hit me like a blow to the stomach. I cannot breathe. Dr. Ava, only Dr. Ava, for this last important week. Not just the final lab assessment today. The review days next week. The launch into the dreaded Fulfilled Genetic Potential exam. I need Soraya, her support, her encouragement.
What could be more important than being here for our class this week? More important than being here for me?
Then I feel bad for thinking that. Clearly, something happened. She didn’t even have time to come back in and tell us she was going to be gone for a while.
Daniel raises his hand again. “Excuse me, Dr. Ava? Why did Soraya leave?”
Dr. Ava rests her eyes on Daniel. I don’t know how he gets away with the questions he asks.
“I need to take care of a few things in my office,” she says. “I will return before the official start of class at eight thirty. We will proceed with your preparatory program.” Her face twitches into a smile. “Perhaps we shall even enhance it.”
She holds up the paper she’d been searching for—our summer syllabus, it looks like—and then moves to the door.
Before she clacks out of the room, while my brain is still spinning with the implications of her “enhancing” our syllabus when we only have one assessment left to conquer, she turns back and skewers Daniel with her gaze.
“It is not any of your business, Mr. Ellis, where Soraya is or what she faces in her nonprofessional life. It is sufficient to say that she has had a family emergency.”
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Descriere
Gattaca meets Divergent! Set in a world where everyone’s future is determined on their Genetic Report Card, a girl who’s always believed she was an Elite—the top categorization of society, which grants special privileges—finds out her score was based off another girl’s DNA. The first printing of this title will feature stained edges!