Matemáticas

By StarWolf

7/11/2004

Title: Matemáticas
Author: StarWolf (elendraug at yahoo dot com)
Fandom: 1984
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Warnings: torture?
Pairing: maybe a tiny bit of Winston/Julia
Disclaimer: Orwell's, not mine. Go read his books; they're amazing.
Distribution: Don't you dare archive it. The Thought Police will kill you on my behalf.
Summary: Two plus two always makes five.
Authoress' Notes: I've been meaning to write something like this for a while, and it only took me ten minutes. It's mediocre, though. Sigh.

Title is Spanish for "mathematics."

It's simple addition, but somehow he always gets it wrong. Logic no longer applies. He's an army of one, and he's losing. It doesn't add up. Usually he's adept at correct mistakes, but something's gone wrong. There are no calculators to help him.

hahaha look at the little birdy hes watching us julia

This time, he delved too far. For so long he craved an answer, strived to make a difference, and now he's been granted his wish in the worst possible way. The answer? That there is no answer.

oh god (god?) they know what im thinking

Everything is pain. O'Brien is making his world a living hell. Nightmares plague his restless sleep...wait, no, he can't have that from now on, either. Might as well wait for the end.

please stop i dont understand stop it youre hurting me youre talking nonsense youre crazy im crazy stop it!!

Head: migraine, mind collapsing. Stomach: aches, hydrochloric acid eating itself. Limbs: twisted, broken, bleeding.

Unfortunate, unlucky, uneasy, unbearable, un--

doubleplusungood