A man was barely walking down the streets of Cairo, with a twisted pelvis and a crooked knee, from a bout of rickets as a child.
The onlookers distanced themselves from him. They knew what was going to happen once the drones saw him.
“These are the parents of this poor soul,” the robot announcer said to the crowd in Tahrir square. The deformed man looked on in horror at his father and mother, standing in chains.
“They are guilty of neglect. Malnutrition. Vaccinations crimes. They will meet the same fate that they have inflicted on their progeny.”
A man dressed like an executioner emerged, opening the fold of his dark, hooded robe. He took out a sledge hammer.
A baby was screaming his lungs out onboard the underground tube train. The child’s mother repeatedly failed to calm the child down.