I was the year 2081, everyone was equal. '"A buzzer sounded in George's head. His thoughts fled in panic, like bandits from a burglar alarm."'
Harrison Bergeron, age fourteen,'"had just escaped form jail, where he was held on suspicion of plotting to overthrow the government."'
Ballerinas, technicians, musicians, and announcers cowered on the knees before him him, expecting to die. '"I am the Emperor!" cried Harrison. Do you hear ? I am the Emperor! Everybody must do what I say at once! " Stamped his foot and the the studio shook."'
'"I shall now select my Empress!" he said, looking down on the cowering people. Let the woman who dares rise to her feet claim her mate and her throne!"' A moment passed, and then a ballerina arose, swaying like a willow.
I was then that Diana 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."'
It was then that the Bergerons' television tube burned out. Hazel turned to comment about the blackout to George. But George had gone out into the kitchen for a can of beer. George came back in with the beer, paused while a handicap signal shook him up. And then he sat down again. "You been crying" he said to Hazel. "Yup," she said.