Dystopia

The doctor slammed the door behind him. They were angry. Angry and chasing after him. Every child and mother and father he had planned on euthanizing for the betterment of mankind broke free of the execution chambers and were destroying the dome. He stared out his office window and watched his life dream turn into horror. He was inside the main building on the north-most side of the glass dome surrounding the city of perfection. He could hear his doom approaching as the sound of shuffling feet marched closer to his office door. Puffy, swollen fists banged against the steel door and the screech of teeth against metal walls filled the atmosphere. Outside the glass dome was beginning to form cracks as the escaped ones raged on outside. Soon these monsters would be swarming the streets of New York, seeking help. But there was no hope for them. Their medicine would make sure of that. An orchestra of screams rang through the city up to the office room, screams from the ones down below being violently shredded to pieces by the half-monster-half-humans. As chaos danced in the air, the doctor silently walked over to his desk and sat down, took out a note, and wrote the following, “This was to be the perfect world. No more will anyone have to suffer Down Syndrome or Autism or ADHD or anything of the like. Here, people would be free of all ailments and live life in a city full of plants and trees, clear skies, and fresh foods and drinks. This is not how I planned it to be.” Finishing up his note, the doctor grabbed the emergency axe he brought up here with him and slashed at the glass window until all of the shards fell apart, just like everything thing else here was. He stepped up to the edge, lifted his arms up to the sky with palms up and jumped. His bones crunched and snapped as he hit the ground and his blood joined those who had been murdered by monsters of his own creation.
Two weeks earlier
“Great job everyone, keep this up and this utopia will be a dream come true. Dr. Steward, take me through everything.” The doctor had a skip in his step and everything was under control.
“Good morning Dr. Ellis, I’d be glad to show you how well our operation is going.” Walking through the light grey halls of the facility, the doctors excitedly discussed their research. “We’ve received many test subjects over the past weeks. You are sure that no one outside this research group knows of these transactions? I believe what we are doing is for the betterment of mankind, but others might not see It like that.”
“I heartily agree. They are too close-minded to see the root of the problem in civilization. Nature weeds out the weak in the wild and that’s what keeps the creatures stronger. But we as humans defy nature. That needs to change. Anyway, tell me more about these rooms.”
“Well, this is where we keep all the Autistic subjects, this room holds ones with cancer, that one over there holds  people with a family history of cancer. Another room down the hall carries Depressed subjects. You can tell what each room holds by the code on the door. See this panel here? This one holds HIV subjects.”
“Ah, I see. Very nice organization. And what do you do to the ones we are done researching on?”
“Very nice question, sir. On floor below us is a lab with a ventilation system. We pull in air from the outside into this room filled with used up test subjects. See this syrum?” Dr. Steward took out a slim glass syringe filled with a pink-tinted liquid. She flicked the needle and a sound that could make the dead turn echoed through the halls. The sound carried through the walls and an uproar of moans and cries for help erupted through the steel doors. After a few seconds, the sounds went down as gas was released into the rooms, calming the tortured subjects into a hazy stupor. “We use this shot on all the ones we’re through with. Their pores open up and act as a sort of vaccum, sucking up all the pollutants in the air. We put them in the ventilation room to clean our atmosphere and kill harmful pollutants and airborne diseases. It’s a painful death, but at least they can rest knowing they helped to create a better world.” A pristine smile crossed her face as she finished her sentence.
“Very extraordinary performance here doctor. I’ll see to it that you get one of the bigger mansions in the domes. Let’s continue to work together to create a world without mental or physical ailments. Let’s destroy the genetics that create them and live in a perfectly healthy world. Most importantly, let’s remember the lives sacrificed for this noble pursuit.”
“Yes, their deaths will be remembered. Without the death of all those with ailments or the genetics for them, we would never have our Utopia.”