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“PEACE SUPPORT OPERATIONS”

SPELL LOCKDOWN

THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. They weren’t only equal before God
and the law. They were equal every which way. Nobody was smarter than anybody else. Nobody
was better looking than anybody else. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. All
this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the
unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General.
Some things about living still weren’t quite right, though. April for instance, still drove
people crazy by not being springtime. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took
George and Hazel Bergeron’s fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away.
It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn’t think about it very hard. Hazel had a
perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn’t think about anything except in short
bursts. And 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 noise to keep
people like George from taking unfair advantage of their brains . . .
— Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., “Harrison Bergeron,” 1961

And a stranger will they not follow, but will flee from him: for they know not the voice of
strangers.
— John 10:5