Just a storyboard of the story Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
In a world where everyone is equal, some people need to be handicapped to survive and live a "normal" life. Those who had an IQ better than others were required to have a radio implanted into their ear to stop them thinking as much by transmitting a signal which scatters their thoughts. Others had to have weights to weigh them down to be at the same level as everyone else. Those who didn't obey these rules could serve two years in prison while paying a two thousand dollar fine. It all worked well.
Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn't think about anything except in short bursts. George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear. He was required by law to wear it at all times. It was tuned to a government transmitter. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would send out some sharp noises to keep people like George from taking an unfair advantage of their brains.
"That was a really pretty dance, that dance they just did."
"Harrison Bergeron, age fourteen," she said in a grackle squawk, "has just escaped from jail, where he was 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 am the Emperor!" cried Harrison. "Do you hear? I am the Emperor! Everybody must do what I say at once!" He stamped his foot and the studio shook. "Even as I stand here" he bellowed, "crippled, hobbled, sickened - I am a greater ruler than any man who ever lived! Now watch me become what I can become!" Harrison tore the straps of his handicap harness like wet tissue paper, tore straps guaranteed to support five thousand pounds.
It was then that Diana Moon Clampers, 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 hit the floor. Diana Moon Clampers loaded the gun again. She aimed it at the musicians and told them they had ten seconds to get their handicaps back on.