"...then other people’d get away with it and pretty soon we’d beright back to the dark ages again, with everybody competing against everybody else. You wouldn’t likethat, would you?”
“I’d hate it."
“Harrison Bergeron, age fourteen,” she said in a grackle squawk, “has just escaped from jail, where hewas held on suspicion of plotting to overthrow the government. He is a genius and an athlete, is under–handicapped, and should be regarded as extremely dangerous.”
“I shall now select my Empress! Let the first woman whodares rise to her feet claim her mate and her throne!”
And then, neutralizing gravity with love and pure will, they remained suspended in air inches below theceiling, and they kissed each other for a long, long time.
It was then that Diana Moon Glampers, the Handicapper General, came into the studio with a double-barreled ten-gauge shotgun. She fired twice, and the Emperor and the Empress were dead before they hitthe floor.