"The year was 2018, and everybody was finally equal. It was in that clammy month that the Handicap-General men took George and Hazel Bergeron's fourteen-year-old son, Harrison away" (Vonnegut 1).
"The weren't really good - no better than anybody else would have been anyways. They were burdened with sash weights and bags of bird shot, and their faces were masked, so hat no one, seeing a free graceful gesture or a pretty face, would feel like something the cat dug in" (Vonnegut 2).
"Harrison stood in the center of the studio. The know of the uprooted studio was still in his hand" (Vonnegut 6).
"Harrison tore the straps of his handicap like a wet tissue paper, tore straps guaranteed to support 5,000 pounds" (Vonnegut 6).
"The Handicap-General, came into the studio with a double barreled ten gauge shot gun. She fired twice, and the Emperor and the Empress were dead before they hit the floor" (Vonnegut 8).