The Monkey Test

You awaken in a cold, fluorescent-lit chamber.

The walls are smooth and white, featureless except for the numbers scattered across their surfaces. A mechanical voice echoes from an unseen speaker:

"Begin."

No further instructions are provided.

You are alone, save for the numbers staring back at you. They are not in order. Something deep in your instincts tells you they should be. The room is silent, save for the soft hum of electricity and the sound of your own breathing.

You have no tools. No guidance. Only a primal urge to act.