Biome of Bull / by Keres

‘Nah, no way, Sal. I ain't gonna place my kid, our kid in no kinda school program, not now. You should see the idiocy Jimmy found out hackin’ the school server systems. Any kid a little too smart? Crap in the school food to downgrade their intelligence. Any kid still thinking for themselves by the time college is on the line? Suicided. They engineered the pot, the weed, the hash, the vapes, the pen - the whatever the hell kinda pacifier they can stick in your kids’ mouths, and they use that to reduce the deductive reasoning skills of these kids. Any thinkers left not swallowin’ the professors’ bulls-hit hook, line, and sinker by the end of first tri-? Gone.’ He snapped his fingers. ‘Just like that.’