Irony diclaimer;I, like everybody else who writes fanfics, obviously do not own 1984.

The day winston finally gave in, loved big brother, the last free soul, the last real soul died. All that was left was a shell, a mockery, a blob of biologic material that couldn't even think for itself. The only real people left were the proles. Not completly brainwashed by Big Brother, only gullible and willing to believe what the government said becuase there was nothing else to believe, they at least still had some free will left even if it was hidden away deep within their hearts.
That day a thought arose in the minds of those still free to think, "could there be more,is life really supposed be like this, could it change." Most didn't what that was even supposed to mean, most just ignored it, but there was a small percentage who listened. And in listening they acted.

-to be continued.
-this story is called irony becuase it is ironic that winston wanted most of all to be free and believed that Big Brother would somday fall and the day he stopped believing and wanting that, that day in the three chestnuts, the day he died (figuratively), was the day some of the proles decided to rise, as he had hoped would happen -please read and review, this is my first actual serious submission, so i hope everybody likes it