Wizards of Waverly Place/1984

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Part One

In 1984, the Russos were at their house unit, sitting at their table unit, enjoying their company while eating their dinner unit. Everyone in the family unit was there except Jerry, or #6748. No one, not even Jerry, knew that this day would precede days that would change their lives forever. Introduction was provided by the Ministry of Introductions. All hail Big Brother!

Jerry, or #6748, entered the house. "Ha family unit. I had a great day at the Ministry of Lunch today. I produced five thousand sandwiches."

"Wow!" Said Theresa, or #6822. "At three cents a sandwich, that's $150."

"Ya, that's a lot of money!" Said Jerry. "Well not really, being as that's now worth about $20."

"Boo!" Said Alex, or #9137. "Uh, this Victory Ham tastes like Victory Garbage!"

"Don't rename things, you'll get hung!" Said Justin, or #9100."

"Ya that's what happened to Max, or #9187." Said Theresa, or #6822. "They are less accepting of odd numbers."

"Take that Alex!" Said Justin.

"Don't make fun of people's imminent doom!" Said Theresa. "It's not illegal but it's rude."

"Wow I'm tired!" Said Jerry, or #6748. "I'm goin' to bed unit. Night everyone unit!"

"Night!" Said everyone, or #s 6822-9187.

"Ha, I bought a breakin' stick for Hate Week." Said Alex.

"It's called a bat!" Said Justin. "Man I hate Hate Week."

"That's the spirit!" Said Jerry.

"Oh it's so violent." Complained Theresa. "And the road always needs construction for seven weeks after it."

"Ha, don't have opinions!" Yelled Alex. "You'll get hung for that."

"Ya, that's what happened to Kelpo." Said Justin.

"Who?" Asked Jerry.

"I, don't know." Answered Justin or #9100.

"Whatever, night!" Said Jerry."

"Night." Said everyone, unenthusiastically."

The next day, Jerry was up early, doing the morning required exercise. "One, two, one..." Said Jerry as he sat on the couch and watched the fitness instruction on the screen do squats. Fitness instructors had no numbers, or names, besides Fitness Instructor.

"One, two! Work it!" Said Fitness Instructor. "And, done! Hu!"

"Well I feel exhilarated." Said Jerry as he got up and shoved half a Victory Donut into his mouth. He was going in early in order to out put more sandwiches for Hate Week, which would be thrown all over, spiking the food economy budget. "Mmm, I'm leavin'! Have a nice day. All hail Big Brother!"

"Ya by Jerry." Said Theresa drinking a cup of Victory Coffee, or #6822. Theresa, not the coffee. Food doesn't have numbers, as ruled by the Ministry of Numbers. All hail Big Brother! And the Ministry of Numbers.

"Wow, that was the best dream unit ever!" Said Alex. "I dreamed I got a job at the Ministry of Nothing, and did it all day."

"Don't fantasize about careers! The System will decide it! Get hung for that!" Said Justin.

"Both of you sit down and eat your breakfast unit!" Said Theresa.

"Mmm, Victory Waffles." Said Alex.

"Ha, they should have Victory Syrup." Said Theresa.

"Don't have ideas!" Said Justin. "Get hung for that."

At the Ministry of Lunch, Jerry was eating a Victory Ham Sandwich, when a member of the Ministry of Truth sat at his table. Jerry read on his name tag that his name was Winston. He had on a red suit with black sleeves and black around the sides. He was slim, had gelled, dark brown hair. His eyes were a dark green color, and Jerry could tell he had too much on his mind to talk. "Ha! I'm Jerry, what's up?"

"Hi, I'm here for lunch unit. I usually eat in my office which is urged, but I take advantage of that freedom to eat here in order to find myself."

"Ha, I make the Victory Sandwiches. Well I make the first sandwich, then I pull the lever that causes the conveyor belt to pull it into the machine and copy it many times over. I've made 3,900 sandwiches already. Boy, the city will be covered in sandwich come Hate Week. Said Jerry.

"Ya, I write for magazines. Well, I take old magazines and rewrite them to match what Big Brother said to what really happened to give society the impression of safety by the false fact that Big Brother knows everything when really what is said is always changed to match real life."

"-Sometimes, I like to put different types of cheese with different meats to see how people react." Said Jerry. "Ya."

"Well, it's been, talking to you, Jerry."

"Ha, call me #6748."

"Okay, well I'd better go. By."

"By, person." Said Jerry taking a bite of the Victory Pie. It was a blueberry pie. Usually it was cherry, but the cherry supply ran short, just as predicted by Big Brother. All hail Big Brother!"

At the town store unit, Theresa was examining some victory apples. "Hmm, this one's smooth, be good for a pie. Uh, and this one's lumpy, but it'd be good for applesauce."

It was then that Thresa's friend Julia walked by her. "I hate applesauce. It tastes awful and it gives you indigestion."

"I do get indigestion when I eat it. I just never linked the applesauce eating to the indigestion. I like the way you think."

"Ya, I think pretty good, uh."

"Well I've got to get home. There's a special on rice on the Telescreen and I just have to see it. By Julia."

"By Theresa, or #6822."

"I prefer Theresa. I prefer it for it's shortness, but I prefer #6822 for it sounds more professional and like I'm more devoted to the society."

"Okay, I..." Said Julia before she ran away."

At the school unit, Alex sat outside the school, smoking a Victory Cigar. Smoking was illegal for citizens under 18, as was not attending school, especially for citizens about to turn 17, and about to take the Placement Exam. The exam determines which Party a citizen is put in. Justin took the exam over a year ago, and was disappointed to be placed in Outer Party, and to work in the Ministry of Peace, as an attendance taker. The test does not judge by intelligence, so school was worthless, but it wasn't, because Big Brother said it wasn't. All hail Big Brother! "Ha, want a cigar?" Alex asked a passing student.

"No thanks." Said the student. His name was Derrek. He is the only student in the school to have a parent in the Inner Party, and was very devoted to Party laws. "I plan to follow the laws extra well due to the Placement Exam nearing, and I hope to get into the Inner Party easier by sucking up to the Party to be like my father who I respect for all the money he makes which allows my family to live in a large house and have bigger Telescreens by which to monitor us."

Alex said nothing and blew smoke out in his direction.

"Aren't you worried about doing well on the Placement Exam?" Asked Derrek.

"Na, if I don't do well, I might get my dream job at the Ministry of Nothing."

"There is no Ministry of Nothing."

"Maybe I'll make one."

"Don't think of new ministries, get hung for that. And for cutting school and smoking."

"No, it's illegal, but not illegal enough to worry about. Let alone not doing."

"Ya, but..."

"I say, whatever doesn't get ya killed can't hurt you."

"I like the way you think, but I shouldn't."

"I get that a lot, wanna smoke?"

"No. Mmm, that smells good, sure." Said Derrek taking a cigar. "That's the good stuff."

Later at the Ministry of Peace, Justin sat in his office, putting the attendance list on the computer unit. He hated his job, but he knew it was useless to complain about a job placement, so he just took it as it came. "Bosner, here. Botswick, not here, terminate."

It was at that EXACT moment that in walked Syme. He worked at the Ministry of Peace as well. His job was to inspect the machines that constructed military equipment and fix it when necessary. He spoke to Justin, "Hello Justin. I was just on my way to inspect machines that construct military equipment and fix them if necessary, when I decided to speak to you for a moment. How're you?"

"Okay I guess. Sure I hate my job taking attendance here at the Ministry of Peace, but I realize it's useless to complain about a job placement, so I just take it as it comes. So, I'm only up to the Cs on the list, and have already terminated four workers, but it's their own fault for missing two days of work in three years, phh."

"I know. One time I got the stomach flu. I took one day off, I was still sick, but I was devoted, and went to work until it wore off, six years later."

"Ah, well it has been quite a pleasure talking to you. Oh, it's time for the daily pronunciation test."

"Okay!" Said the screen monitor. Screen monitors also had no numbers, and were always on screen accept for when fitness instructors were on. "Let's pronounce!"

"Yes ma'am!" Said Justin. "See ya Syme." The Monitor spoke and Justin repeated. "(mattress!) Mattress! (corn cob!) Corn cob!"

Back at the Ministry of Lunch, Jerry had nearly finished his day at work, and was just out putting his last sandwiches. "Three, two, one! Yes! Time to clock out!"

But before he could clock out, Winston came into his office and spoke to him, "Hello Jerry. I'd just like to thank you for talking to me, today, when I chose to eat here, at the Ministry of Lunch, instead of doing the recommended and eating at my office, a choice, which is not recommended. Thank you. Good-bye." He then left.

Jerry sat there, wondering. "Do I know him?"

At home, the whole family unit sat at the table unit, all seeming to have a lot on his mind. Simultaneously, they all let out a disgruntled sigh, "Ugh!" It was at that same moment that they, along with Syme, Julia, Derrek, and Winston knew, the System and all of the Party's ancient laws were just a big load of garbage.