THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal.
while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear.
They were burdened with sash-weights and bags of birdshot, and their faces were masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty face,
"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.
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 hit the floor.
"You been crying" he said to Hazel. "Yup," she said. "What about?" he said. "I forget," she said.