In the mid-nineties, I wrote a novel with a friend about an ideal society. We were young and naive, and believed that simple solutions could improve the world. In the city called Pechumville, citizenship was not a right, but a privilege. To be considered a citizen, it was necessary to have an IQ over 120, the minimum IQ that allowed one to grasp the Principle of All, Nothing and the Rest, a requirement for one to be able to prove one's existence. Although non-existing individuals had no civil rights, they were allowed to roam freely in the swamps, without food or water, until they collapsed. Each person had his IQ tattooed on his forehead, for easy ranking of human worth, so as to abolish ineffective discrimination. As a means to promote universal well-being, poverty was punished with death. It was not a strict society, however. Post-natal abortion was allowed up to the age of 40.
Beware! This work was entirely sattirical. I don't really believe this is an ideal society. I don't even think it is a very good one. It was inspired by the more serious proposals of Hobbes, More, Campanella and Skinner of ideal societies, which are at times politically incorrect to a hilarious degree.
I am now in the process of rewriting this novel in English. I want it to be a bit like Cormac McCarthy's Blood Meridian, but more upbeat. A bit like the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms, but with less rights and freedoms. With an ending similar to Hemingway's Farewell to Arms, only funnier.