The Mercury Erudition Test Assessment (META)
Hello! Dear Mercury students, The Star and the Provosts would like to congratulate you on your enrollment here at MIS. We believe in enrichment not only of the values of learning and progression, but of oneself in the notion of being truly extraordinary. Hope you didn't study! The META is rather intuitive and provides insight as to the persona you share within your psychological, and emotional spectrum. Do not think too hard, nor too lightly, just answer with your instinct and intuition. There's also a 'surprise' in the test, so the best of luck! WELCOME TO MERCURY!
1. Scene: You're on a roller coaster, the wind brushing through your hair and aura with bliss. You look to your left and it's the person you love the most. They smile at you and thing couldn't be any better. The rail connecting to the ride chassis overhead snaps and severs connection, the rollercoaster is riding on one rail now. The screams fill your eardrums. Look to your left, see the face of terror, the face of impending death. The coaster turns a roundabout and flips over from the rail, losing course and braking just in time to not crash off and down into the ground hundreds of feet below. Look to your left, no one is there. Look at your feet, they are holding on for dear life. Your seat holder begins to snap. One tiny motion, you fall. You are off the edge, you cannot climb back, There are no screams. Just you, and them. What do you do?
This is scary. I'll keep looking for a way out. Although it looks bleak, there's still something right? Right? If I am extra careful, maybe I can grab them and avoid the broken holder. Yeah. Or if they are able to hold on for a while longer, we can wait until we get help. The sudden movements might make everything worse.
2. Promises: Do you break them?
I try not to, but sometimes it just slips out of my mind, you know. I sometimes forget I made such a promise and end up breaking them. I didn't mean to, I swear.
3. Inside a home you sit in a dim lit room. You were adopted, and your biological family decides to agree to the visit you requested. Your adoptive parents have been nothing but doting and loving your whole life. Your adoptive family sees you as blood. You meet the biological family. They are charming, they are loving, and they shed tears of joy as they embrace you in their arms. Siblings, parents, everyone just crying over you. Just you. The room lights up. The biological family wants you to come with them. Your adoptive family is extremely poor, the love has never been enough to pay for a stable life with luxury. Your biological family is very wealthy. They want you to live with them and start the life you were supposed to, they promised you your greatest dream that your adoptive family could never give you. What do you do?
This is iffy. On the one hand, if I stay with my biological parents, I can get anything I want. But on the other hand, I can stay with the people who raised me my entire life. Hmmm, perhaps something can be worked from this? I guess I would choose my adoptive family since they have been there for my entire life. They know about my disorder and accept me for it, I'm not sure how my biological parents would react if they found out. However, I would still like to keep in touch with my biological family. They're my family too, and they might still be able to help me get what I want; after all blood ties are still blood ties.
4. Day of your first date.You have a spouse. They begin to hold your hand in public. As you walk they wrap their arm around you as the public eyes you with desire. Your spouse territorial like keeps you close. Your spouse begins to kiss you aggressively, claiming you. The people show repulsed looks. What do you do?
Let them. Kissing is fun!
5. Enlightenment took a turn for the worse. Your father just had an affair on your mother with your favorite teacher. You saw them. You and your father are the best of friends also, he was your world before you saw him with your teacher. He confides in you and tells you to vow not to tell your mother. Your teacher leaves and moments later your mother comes home, happy and grateful to her family. What do you do?
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. Dad having an affair?! NO WAY! He loves Mom too much to do that! . . . . Well, I guess if you really want an answer to this question. I would promise not to tell mom, but I think the moment mom comes in and says she is so happy to see us, I would break down and tell her the truth. I . . . . that's too much pressure for me, man.
6. Running on the fact your uncle has four nephews/nieces answer their names: Earth, Fire, Water, and ______ ?
Weird names. Air, right? Wind? I don't remember what it says on your brochure, but they're both the same so it's right either way. Is this test over yet? I'm kinda bored.
7. Zen: Categorize your personality alignment with the following terms associated with comic book characters: Lawful Good, Neutral Good, Chaotic Neutral, Lawful Neutral, True Neutral, Chaotic Neutral, Lawful Evil, Neutral Evil, Chaotic Evil.
Isn't this from a game? Yeah, it's from a game! I think it's called Dungeons and Dragons right? Oh my God let me tell you about this one time my brother and his friends brought the game over to play. He was an Orc, I was an elf and his friends were trolls, a human, this weird little thing called a kender and it was a lot like playing Monopoly. Except it was a little more complicated and got weird in some parts and I think at one point I was able to get a pet chimera thingy and . . . .
(Neutral good)
[Loading Virtual-Cognition Protocol......]
((You are now in the actual situation. This is no longer written. You can barely separate reality from virtual simulation. You feel, you taste, you react.))
8. Nothing but sand. Sand dunes surround you, and a horde of other people all pile up at the bottom of the dune in a collection of cheerful screams as they chant your name. A man with a hat and glasses smiles at you as he pats your shoulder for you imminent service to the people. A lone wooden pillar stands at the top of the dunes, with a sweaty, dehydrated female tied to it, crying. He hands you a magnum, loaded with only one bullet. The crowd in front of you rages in your favor, respecting you for what you're about to do. She was accused of killing the people's president, stabbed him with a knife 71 times in his torso, or what's left of it. She was found in his room not even 10 minutes ago, the knife on the floor at her side. The man in the hat backs up as she writhes in anger at him, repeatedly yelling that she's going to kill him over and over again. She struggles to get free, the sweat pouring down her face of fatigue and her once pristine shirt now smothered and covered in sand and dust from the winds all around. Her tied hands weak and sore from the cloth trapping and binding them, covered in dust as well. The man in the hat raised his hand with a shout, as the crowd joins him in their excitement at the impending death of the seen anarchist. The female eyes you with tearful eyes of rage. Her adrenaline matches yours in a standoff of hearts. She breathes heavy, your heart pounds. You grip the magnum and?
It's so hot, sweat beading down my back and forcing my clothes to stick to my skin. The wind that blows is even comforting enough. People are behind me, yelling. They're too loud. I am handed a gun and the man tells me what to do, pointing at the woman. This woman was said to have killed our president, stabbing him more times than necessary. I didn't agree with how the president ran the place, but I definitely don't think he should have been stabbed that much. I look back at the crowd and they're just as loud as ever, throwing profanities at the woman. The woman yells back, threatening to kill the man who gave me the gun. He steps back and his shouts join the crowds. My hands shake as I raise the gun. Their cheers grow louder. It's like my hearing is on overdrive.
"Be quiet!" I yell back. I can't concentrate with all this noise. What if I miss? She tells me I am making a mistake. This is all wrong. Am I really making a mistake? Was she trying to save everyone?
The crowd gets louder. Soon all I am surrounded by is deafening sound. "Shut up!" I yell again, but it does nothing. What am I doing? I can't think. This is wrong! I need to concentrate. She murdered our president in cold blood!
Finally I toss the gun away and fall to the floor, clutching my head as I try to block out the screams.
[Next simulation]
9. You're falling to the ground from the window of a 20 story building, you have no parachute, no safety net. Nothing. Just the inevitable. Nothing to break your fall. Gravity is the same, as is physics. Nothing spontaneous is going to happen to you, just free falling mid-air. You....?
I scream, spinning until I am so dizzy I have no idea where I am going. Finally I accept my fate and as I turn to the sky, I see the clouds. And in those clouds I see shapes. Objects, animals: a dog, cat, bird and fish. I think there might be a rainbow among them too.
[Final simulation]
10. You awaken in the middle of a room on a pressurized plate, with no way out except through glass shutters in the four cardinal directions. The room is pale with cold stone all around. Cobwebs are thick and ridden all over the drab area, in fact you are wrapped in a web currently. You cannot walk, nor run, only hobble. Your mouth is concealed. However, behind those glass shutters are each of the corresponding: The east shutter contains nothing but the sky and clouds behind it, but a large, prowling falcon that stands at eight feet with a twenty foot wingspan eyes you with ferocity, ready for the shutter to lift. In the south shutter, behind it lies a dense jungle, with lush and thick plants and trees. You can see a Bengal step from the jungle, approaching the shutter, growling at you, mouth seeping drool. It scratches the glass in yearning desire to kill. In the west, behind the glass is nothing but water, what seems to be miles and miles of underwater. A great white shark zooms by the glass every now and again, it's black eyes staring into your soul. And in the north, nothing but a vast outback. A barren land, where a pack of jackals all bark and prance on the glass like wild maniacs, saliva falling from their jaws as they lust the taste of flesh. A holographic screen appears in front of you, counting down from one minute after hobbling off the center plate. You knew that all shutters would open when the timer hit zero. Or...you could voluntarily drag yourself to one particular directional shutter and step on the plate in front of it, opening one shutter and locking the rest, but you'd be faced with the dangers that direction holds directly. You have a minute and counting...
What is your destiny?
What the heck is this? How did I end up here? What . . . IS THAT A TIGER? HOW BIG IS THAT HAWK?! I struggle in my bindings trying to find a way to get loose. Nope. Four ways in front of me, all leading to a possible death. There's nothing for me to use in the ocean. Neither in the sky. I could play dead and let the pack or the tiger have at me until they get bored. Though I'll probably be too injured to move. Of course, staying here isn't safe either. There really is no way out is there? Okay then, what would be the quickest, less painful way to go? I look at everything again, going over the situations. Eventually, I lean back against the wall and wait for all four doors open. The water will rush in, drowning me. The shark then will probably eat me or the hawk. Doesn't matter since I'll be dead by then. Plus side, I'll end up taking the tiger and hound with me too. Feast fest for the sky and sea I guess.
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