ERROR: Deleted

The year is 200 AIE, 200 years after the what historians call the Intelligence Explosion, when technology reached a greater-than-human state of intelligence and unimaginable possibilities were unlocked for mankind as they could now go beyond their own limitations. A boom in all field of science occurred; preventative and corrective medicines were found for everything from the common cold to genetic diseases, super materials stronger and more pliable than anything available, farming advancements, amazing technology, and perhaps most importantly, the ability to use Earth's and other planet's core energy to fuel nearly anything. It produced a golden age of peace, unity, and gave birth to the city of Stratos.
But as said, all that was long ago, and the world has just now adapted to it's new, lofty position. People have, in a sense, evolved and a new society created. Stratos is now in a state of ease, expanding still but now slowly, and the boom has ended. And this is where we set our story.

Stratos is a city, but nation might be the better term for it. Self reliant, self governed, and with a refined culture all it's own, a Stratosian (pronounced Strat-toe-shee-an) can be picked apart from any other human and vice-versa. They are a perfectionist, intelligent, adjusted, and content people as their city provides for them everything. Jobs are selected based on a persons capabilities and the cities needs, and each person, theoretically, has a place in the system. Albeit, some are higher up than others, but overall there is a sense of acceptance to each caste. Another and more physical attribute to a Stratosian is their appearance. Most every person born in this era has been tampered with genetically --to make them smarter, faster, stronger, prettier, etc-- before or after birth. And lastly is Stratosian law. Police are still in use, there's always a few rotten people in the life (besides, who's going to direct traffic?), but the laws and morals of society, just like all learning, is drilled into a civilian from the moment they can think, breath. There's a reason why Stratos was dubbed by most as the New Atlantis.
Civilian life in Stratos is without a doubt sweet. Too bad you're not a civilian, though. No, you are what they public eye deems unlawful, horrible, even disgusting.
You are a Delete.

It's not easy to become a Delete, and it's certainly not everyday you meet one. They lack what all other residents of Stratos have, an Identification Number. Number's, as they're commonly called, store every bit of a person's information from birth to death ,from getting a job, to getting paid, to marriage, to using any public building and are used in every facet of a Stratosian's life; they are the avatar of their existence and without it they are nothing. Numbers aren't so much a number as they are an computer chip inserted under the wrist at birth, leaving the muscles the opportunity to swallow the foreign object before adulthood.
There are several ways you could find yourself without one of these beauties, the most common is death. When someone dies, all their information is deleted and remains are incinerated, so although most people cease existence that way, it's nearly impossible for someone to escape from that alive to be called a Delete. The second is being born illegitimately, being the product of some basement lab experiment. This is the version of Delete most common and most preyed on by Stratosian media; the monstrous creations of an unlawful Dr. Frankenstein, so to speak, that are faulted and dangerous idiots. However, such exaggerations are normally far from true: though a Delete like this may have some sort of default, it is usually their creators intention that they are better than humans in some illegal fashion (mad-scientist gene splicing). The third way to be a Delete is to intentionally remove your Identity Number chip. This is unlikely, however, because it plays such an important role that to live without is unimaginable to most every citizens.
Without existence, life is pretty bleak. Howbeit, you have what few Stratosian's can even comprehend: choice, independence, freedom. How you run your life, what you do, is completely up to you. After all, how can you control something that doesn't exist? Don't be fooled, though...dangers await at every twist and turn in a Deletes life. If you are discovered, termination is the most certain punishment.
How will you survive in a system so set against you?

TL;DR Version: After a giant explosion of knowledge and technology, the city Stratos was created. It's a very futuristic city that runs like a Utopia, it's citizens are the cogs that blindly keep it running. You, though, are not a citizen and are known as a Delete. You lack the Identity Number chip used as a sort of social security on steriods. The general public view of you is one of disgust, but you have one thing they don't: true freedom.

Character Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Description:
Clothing: *
Personality:
Bio: * but please include how you've became a Delete
Abilities/Faults:
Other: *

*Otional

Rules: The basics. This is open to any and all. Have up to three characters at a time. I'll be using third person POV, and would like you to do the same, but I'm fine with first person as well. Please ask me to clear up anything if needed. Enjoy!