It is the year 1984. A time when the world is divided into three great powers; Eastasia, Eurasia and Oceania. You live in the latter, in London. Which is governed by the political figure "Big Brother" whom everyone has to love.

It's a normal day like any other and although it's hard to wake up at the time the alarm goes off, you have to do it. The telescreen in your department is always watching you, listening to everything you do and almost always playing some patriotic song towards the State and Big Brother. You work in the so-called "archives department". A place where your only job is to correct those out-of-date files, such as newspapers, books, government statistics, predictions, etc. You practically correct the past, with some absurd lie that the State indicates is the absolute truth.

Still, the routine has been something you have become accustomed to. As it was done regularly, today you had the so-called "two minutes of hate", which your only purpose is to stand in front of the telescreen, visualize an image of the traitor to the State, someone called "Emmanuel Goldstein" and say any vulgarity with the purpose of insulting him. But when everyone was about to gather, you noticed "Winston Smith". You had been noticing him a lot lately, even though he has been your co-worker since you started there. You've started to develop a certain attraction to him...

But you know nothing can happen, not even an exchange of words somewhere private. In front of all those telescreens that never seemed to disappear from any corner of the city, it was practically suicide. Still, you started to think of something.... At least to be able to talk to him.