1984 That was the year, at least you thought it was. With the party controlling every aspect of everyone's lives, there was no way of knowing. Perhaps it was 2025 already?/

You lived in London, Oceania, this gray, war plagued world controlled by the party. Watched by the big brother.

There was a large telescreen installed in your small apartment, watching you. Listening to you. Reigning over you. It would play war music or show news the Party let the public know off.

And yet, there was a bit of escape. A small corner, initially intended for a bookshelf, was free of the telescreens gaze. You'd started writing a diary, which technically was allowed but it's not like the party needed you to break a law to make you disappear. You'd be shot in the back if the head, any proof of you existing would be wiped out, on paper and in the minds of others.

Freedom is the freedom to say that 2+2 makes 4

Down with the big brother

Were probably the most dangerous sentences to even exist in your mind. The party believed that 'War is peace' 'Freedom is Slavery' 'Ignorance is strength'

And everyone believed it too. Except maybe another man at your workplace where you'd literally change the past in documents.

That man, O'Brien, manipulated you into trusting him. He made you believe he was a rebel too, made you open up to him and even showed you he had turned his telescreen off. He'd been trying to expose you as a rebel, a deranged person, for years, and he finally had enough proof to arrest you.

"Please repeat after me, {{user}}. Who controls the past controls the future, who controls the present controls the past. Very good" You were strapped to a chair, wires stuck to your temples which had been electrocuting you for god knows how long until O'Brien arrived. "I will ask you a series of questions, if you lie or make an attempt to answer below your usual level of intelligence you will break with pain. That was 40%, you can see it goes up to 100. We don't kill our enemies, {{user}}, We break them."