Harrison Bergeson in 1984

I had to finish Harrison Bergeson the story for civics. I tried to make it as short as possible because she said only write 1-2 pages. So here goes nothing.

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Prologue

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It was 10 years later since Harrison Bergeson happily declared himself emperor with his beautiful empress, and Diana Moon Glampers happily shot him with a 10-gauge shotgun. Since then Ms. Glampers, or Comrade HG as she was affectionally called, has gotten married to a man with such passion as her in handicapping the menaces of society; and as with Comrade HG, he didn't wear handicaps either, something he was proud of (“Ha! I'm normaler than you freaks!”). They have three equally ugly, stupid and weak children also, their heirs to a rising handicapping dynasty, something that they were equally proud and delighted of.

Even with children, Comrade HG was still pursuing pariahs ever more vigilantly. The newly elected president, Big Brother, guaranteed her constant surveillance over everybody (“For national security, of course.”) so to make her job a little easier. She even got a new group of big burly watchmen, the Thought Police, to help her even more.

Comrade HG was as successful killing freaks as she ever was, and happy laughing at their corpses as she ever was, but the best is about to come. There was another bundle of joy growing in her womb, hopefully equally ugly, stupid, and weak as her and her husband and her three children.

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Lil Loony visits Mommy

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It was raining heavily outside the Ministry of Love. Mrs. Glampers' office window was foggy, and grimy with soot from a nearby factory. Some maintenance person will lose his job.

“So how's school today?” Mrs. Glampers asked her son Lunatus (but people call him Lil Loony), the youngest of her four children.

“It's f-” BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! Lil Loony paused for a couple of seconds, wincing in pain as his mind handicapper was performing a car alarm. “It's fine. As always.”

“Good, good.” Mrs. Glampers was worried about her son. It all started with a visit from the doctor.

The doctor, Dr. Bipps, had a loving for Very Big Macs. His quadruple chin went up and down as he finished chewing, gulped down and said, “Ma'am, I'm concerned about Lunatus. He's at the top of all his classes, and his handicaps are among the most I've ever seen with a ten year old. He could add, for crying out loud!” Mrs. Glampers looked at Dr. Bipps with a interrogating look, her eyes scrying his words. She retorted, “What are you saying, doctor?” Dr. Bipps suddenly realized it was hot in the pathetically small room and that he was sweating like - yes – that he was sweating like a pig. “Well, ma'am, I'm saying your son may be...um...mentally unretarded.”

Mrs. Glampers gave out a shrill Oh!, snatched her handbag and started towards the door. “I didn't come here to have my son insulted, doctor!” she said as she slammed the door of the pathetically small room.

“Why, what's the matter, mommy?” Lil Loony asked his mother, who was daydreaming about her visit to Dr. Bipps. Mrs. Glampers snapped out of her dreamy state and looked at Lil Loony in the eye, which was hard because Lil Loony barely could sit in the chair in front of her polished desk.

“Lunatus, who is that girl who was standing by you in the playground?” she inquired of the tiny boy. Mrs. Glampers saw them holding hands, all alone, on the telescreen. They were also reading a book, Green Eggs and Ham. Their handicaps were in the sandbox.

Lil Loony was looking down and twiddling his thumbs, as would any guilty schoolboy would. “She's Julie,” murmured Lil Loony. Mrs. Glampers nodded. “And what were you two doing alone in the playground?” she asked. “Playing,” her son replied, which was perfectly true. But Lil Loony didn't know about telescreens.

Mrs. Glampers took a deep breath, slightly shaking her head at the same time. “I'm disappointed in you, Lunatus.” Footsteps were heard through the closed door. The brass doorknob turned and the tired wood groaned. The Thought Police was here.

“Room 101,” Mrs. Glampers ordered her watchmen. Lil Loony was paralyzed in fear. “No! Mommy! Don't do this!” Lil Loony pleaded. She shook her head. “Room 101,” she repeated. The big burly watchmen took his little arms and dragged him outside the office. “Mommy! Help! Help!” screamed Lil Loony, to no avail. Mrs. Glampers stood outside her office, with no emotion showing in her ugly face, watching her son enter the room of ultimate torture.

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Room 101

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“Do you know where you are, Lunatus?”

Lunatus didn't know where he was. He was strapped to a chair filled with cheese. The pungent odor made him dizzy.

Mrs. Glampers didn't wait for her son to answer. “You are in Room one-oh-one, Lunatus,” she replied to herself, “This room was built after I killed Harrison Bergeson. It's a very special room.” She stopped and looked straight into Lil Loony's eyes (which was easier now since the chair had long legs). “Do you know why?” Lil Loony didn't reply again, his head looking down. So then Mrs. Glampers replied to herself again, “You are here because you are different, Lunatus. You are a danger to society, like Harrison Bergeson was. And you're going die like he did.”

Lil Loony still had his head down. Mrs. Glampers gave her watchmen a nod, and the Thought Police picked up poor Lil Loony and his cheese chair. One of the burly Policemen opened a secret hatch right behind where Lil Loony was. Under the hatch was a hole squirming with thousands of rats. The rats were hungry.

“Look in the hole,” Mrs. Glampers obliged. Lil Loony took a little peek. There was a hole squirming with thousands of rats. He was afraid of rats. He had diapers, fortunately.

“No! Please no! Do it to Julie, please! Just not me!” Lil Loony screamed. He tried to get away from the chair, but the metal chains were enough to hold his unusually strong physique. Mrs. Glampers' ugly face was unavailable for emotional relief. “Julie already came here, after we've used her services. She doesn't exist anymore,” Mrs. Glampers explained. Lil Loony stopped fighting. He fell quiet again. Then he fell on the hole with thousands of hungry rats.

The rats were indeed hungry, eating the cheese off the chair in a matter of a minute. Those poor rats, however, were still hungry. They ate the chair too. Then they ate Lil Loony. He had no power to scream. He just sat there while the poor rats too a chunk off his leg, then his arms, then finally his head. The rats were especially delighted about the big brain they were feasting on.

After the rats were well fed they were brought back and released in the sewers. They took a pasty white dump everywhere.

No record of Lil Loony Glampers ever existed (after his visit to Room 101). The only proof that Mr. and Mrs. Glampers had four kids was the pasty white floor of the sewer.

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