[ WP ] A race of slaves who really are genetically inferior

I struggled to pick up the heavy stone block, my feeble arms straining. 
 
 `` Come on!'' My master snaps. 
 
 `` I'm trying, I'm sorry!'' With all my strength ( which is n't much ) I managed to drag the block behind me. 
 
 `` No no no! You ca n't drag it! What if it gets scratched?!'' My master screeched, aghast. `` If you're too weak to lift it, why do n't you think of some other way to move it without damaging it?'' 
 
 `` Uh...'' I think. And think. What could I do to move it that would n't damage it? `` Um...'' 
 
 `` Oh for goodness sake!'' My master stomps over with a cart. `` I know you people were bred to be inferior, but who thought that making you weak *and* stupid was a good idea?!'' I consider the question carefully. 
 
 `` I do n't know.'' 
 
 `` THAT WAS A RHETORICAL QUESTION!'' My master lifts the block easily onto the cart. `` There, I've done the hard part for you. Now pull it!'' I walk to the cart, grasp the handle and strain. It's easier than lifting it, but still difficult. I trudge along at a snails pace. My master sighs, pushes me out of the way and pulls the cart after him, much faster than I could ever manage. I follow, and eventually we reach the building site. My master points. 
 
 `` There. Go fetch that cement.'' I go to fetch the cement. The bucket is heavy, but not as heavy as the stone block. I stagger back to my master, slopping cement over the sides of the bucket. 
 
 `` Now tip the block onto the floor,'' he instructs me. I heave and heave, but nothing seems to happen. After several minutes my master sighs and comes to help me. 
 
 `` I'm doing more work than you are!'' He comments, tipping the block gently onto the floor. `` Now here you go, this should be easy enough for you.'' He hands me a metal tool of some sort and I look blankly at him. 
 
 `` Uhh...'' 
 
 `` You spread the cement on the block, you fool! Like this!'' He rips the tool out of my hand and spreads cement on top of the block. `` Now go fetch that other block and put it on top of this one! Actually, never mind, you stay here! I'll get it!'' I sit down on the block. It looks like a comfortable seat. 
 
 However when my master comes back with the second block, he completely loses it. 
 
 `` Get off! GET OFF! What do you think you're doing?!'' I stand up, my trousers tearing as they stick to the cement. My master covers his face with his hands in despair. 
 
 `` Just... just come over here.'' I begin to walk to him but trip. Agonising pain shoots through the arm I had thrust in front of me to protect myself. 
 
 `` Get up! What's the matter with you?'' 
 
 `` I think my arm is broken.'' I can see my master is about to explode, but then, inexplicably, he calms down. 
 
 `` They really *did* make you people inferior did n't they?'' 
 
 `` I think so. What does inferior mean?'' 
 
 `` Look. I'm setting you free. I do n't know who thought it'd be a good idea to have people like you as slaves! You're too weak for physical labour, too stupid to solve problems, and too fragile to do anything much at all!'' He says, ignoring my question. 
 
 `` Free? You mean... I can go?'' I ask hopefully, cradling my arm. 
 
 `` Yes! You're more trouble than you're worth! Get out! You're useless to me.'' 
 
 `` Well... thank you very much!'' I say, and offer him my hand to shake. His face turns an even darker shade of red. 
 
 `` I said GET OUT!'' 
 
 `` Uh... yes sir... bye!'' I stammer, and run off into the distance.
