Cyclops

A highly muscular, six foot ten, one eyed man stood as a barrier to the incoming students. Cyclops was the school prefect. He was of the rare species who took over the world with clairsentient powers. All-knowing they are the supreme race on Earth now.

Over course, three tier down are the able-bodied individuals. People with the cruelest teratological disorder enjoyed all the benefits. The xiphisternal twins, the Janus-headed bikers, the fool with tuberculosis and boils all over his body, the sexiest jocks with teeth coming out of their lung area… They got all the chicks. Yup the whole twelve-armed dolls and the ones with leprosy, Tay-Sachs, polydactyls and the gingers with gigantism. The poor banker with goiters clinked champagne at bars while those disgusting able-bodied individuals slaved away for the masters.

Slightly lesser than this tier were the ones on the spectrum. ADHD, bipolar, schizophrenia, autistics and the ones with Asperger’s or even with folie à deux and OCD, or those crazy playboys in wheelchairs.

As for those one life support- the vegetables- you simply didn’t talk about them. They enjoyed the highest benefits silently in the golden temple resting under the awnings of their bed.

Of course, there were strict codes to follow. The disabled and disfigured elites looked at the able-bodied folks with disdain. Since the able-bodied folks were the minority, the government enacted federal laws to give them preferential treatment. From priority seating where they have to vacate seats for the able-bodied individuals in bus to parking lots, they looked at them with disdain.

Morg once spat his toothpick out, pointed his finger to a ‘Normie’ and thrashed him verbally only to be ejected from the subway.

“You!!! Yes. You!!!!!!!! You people with perfectly normal pair of hands and legs disgust me!!!!!! Look at you!! You took everything from us. You subsist on government subsidies… you guys are bland, boring, neutral and forgettable.. Yet it is YOU who enjoy the benefits. Shame on you. Shame on you you disgusting whores leeching off us like some sugar daddies.” And he coughed spit out on the floor only to be interjected by a heavy-set person ripped to the core with missing nose and ear the size of an elephant-ear plant.

“Ayo. You. Out. Now.” He calmly told the individual raving away like a lunatic.

The person followed him and was escorted out as soon as the train made the abrupt stop.

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OF course, the able-bodied individuals experienced various other discriminations other than such harassment accosted in public. Everyone felt pity for them and were looked at as flaky burden to society.

The ones with mental illness did not even have as bad. People with missing eyes, tongue sticking out of the cheeks, and rogue cops with snake like skin bullied them too. But at least the psychiatric patient did not experience the same fate as the normal ones…

“Hey, you. You.” Cyclops gave a steely gaze to the normal kid trying to cut the line.

It wasn’t a prison lunchroom per se but occasionally fights broke out.

Cyclops motioned him to come out from the line to the flank and stand aside breaking form. He was about to be given a disciplinary notification injection to redial his integrated chip that was embedded last November and possibly was never updated.

The truth of the matter is Cyclops felt compassion for him. It wasn’t his fault he wasn’t born blind, mute, deaf or dumb.

So he approached him and kindly spoke to him like a corporal to a soldier. And heck he wasn’t even aware of this military background as a sniper in Navy SEAL Team 6.

“What kid? We got some problem?”

“I apologize sir. I.. I… just wanted to.. I am actually hungry.” Little Matterhorn broke down in tears.

The colossus gently put a hand on his head like a Guanyin himself offering blessings.

“My child. You musnn be so fragile. Life is tough. You have to grow thick skin and man up.”

But he needed to do his job. Rule 2.1.1 said anyone who breaks the cafeteria line either by cutting or payment, they need to be reprogrammed.

As soon as he got the electronic booster out, his attention was hijacked by a melee.

Oh no!!

Oh no!!

Oh no!!

Code Red. Code Red. Code Red.

Mikey Foster, the one with Moebius syndrome, a form of facial paralysis along with his buddies, each with their own unique genetic disorder and congenital birth defects pushed this normal kid to the ground and started pounding on him.

They all surrounded him, took turns and each started to kick.

Again.

And again.

And again.

It was the worst form of cruelty. A 12 year old kid who has not won the genetic lottery was being brutally murdered for no reason.

After 2 to 3 minutes, the kid coughed up blood, puked white foam out and begged for mercy with the last ounce of his breath as he senselessly drifted off toe Charon’s universe.

“That serves this pissant right.”

Said one.

Another spat. And another gave on last kick to his balls for one good measure.

Cyclops pulled open the lock of the fence with his hand and walked to the playground. He was late.

He did not even think twice but grabbed one kid by the head and started slamming him on the table. Then he turned and faced another and as he lunged at him he deflected with an aikido flourish and pushed him to another who fell on a pitchfork next to a shovel. In less than ten seconds the fight was over.

We can’t have you doing this John. The headmaster said. We have decided to let you go.

Three days later he was sitting at an office. Nu-ance looked at him and said: And off the records. Bro you gotta seek help. That shit aint right.

Of course, Cyclops had no other recourse. He had to oblige. By the end of the day, he was instructed to clear away his post.

For not only Lady Nu-ance superseded him in rank. She was also three-lapel pins above him.

All powerful. Goddess ultima.

Nu-ance was on life support lying on a hospital bed inside school office communicating through a brain-computer interface from beyond.