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May 24, 1986
4:30 PM UK Time
Orwell Universe
Winston Smith was sitting in his usual corner at the Chestnut Cafe, while drinking a glass of Victory Gin. He was listening to the tinny music that was trickling from the telescreen, wondering if there was going to be a news bulletin this afternoon. He glanced outside into the sunlight, and he saw the leaves that were beginning to form on the trees. Also, there were a few flowers beginning to bloom. Even the chirping of birds could be heard. The birds sounded like they were happy.
Of course, thought Winston, animals and Proles are free.
Actually, Winston himself was more or less free - and he was no longer under close observation from the Thought Police. It had been a little over a year and a half since Winston had been "re-educated" by the Ministry of Love. Still, his day-to-day living was rather mundane - and, as an Outer Party member, he wasn't allowed too many luxuries.
Big Brother wants only the best for us all, pondered Winston. I love Big Brother - and Big Brother loves me. Big Brother loves all us all. Living for Big Brother is enough for me.
Then Winston saw Julia Wilson stepping into the Cafe. She had managed to gain some weight, and she was no longer as attractive as Winston once thought that he was. In fact, Winston could almost no longer stand the sight of Julia. Just exactly why, though, he wasn't certain. Perhaps, it was because Julia had reminded him too much of his folly two years ago - when he had dared to question Big Brother.
Big Brother is enough to live for, mused Winston. I would have to be a selfish ingrate to expect anything more. How can I feel anything less then love for Big Brother? Only a very evil and selfish person could not love Big Brother!
Still, somehow, Winston could not help but wish he was one of those birds chirping outside - or, perhaps, even one of the Proles. He couldn't help but think that the birds and the Proles somehow lived more fulfilling lives than he, as an Outer Party member, did.
Oh, don't be silly, Winston chided himself, sharply. The Proles only delude themselves into thinking that they live happy and fulfilling lives - but they secretly wish that they could be Party members. After all, what greater honour is there than to be a Party member - Inner or Outer. All the Proles wish that they could be us. They're just too proud and vain to admit it. After all, a hedonistic lifestyle is, in reality, void and empty. A hedonistic lifestyle is meaningless and shameful. Only Big Brother is really worth living life for. To believe otherwise would be very foolish. After all, only an ungrateful and spoiled Party member could actually wish to be a Prole. Proles are nothing more than animals, after all - but Party members are way superior to animals. I should feel honoured to be a Party member, even if I am just an Outer Party member. O'Brien was right to cure me of my folly.
Still, deep down inside, Winston could not deny it. For the longest time, he had fluctuated between envy and disgust for the Proles.
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Meanwhile, Julia Wilson was sitting on the other side of Chestnut Cafe, also drinking a glass of Victory Gin. Having also been "re-educated" in the Ministry of Love, Julia was no longer under close observation.
That bastard! Julia thought, disgustedly, as she glared hatefully at Winston. I can't believe that I ever loved him! He is nothing but a selfish bastard who thinks only of himself! I hate him even worse than I hate Emmanuel Goldstein! They can both go burn in hell for all I care - if there is a hell! That selfish ingrate doesn't even deserve to be a Party member! He should go join his beloved Proles! Only a selfish bastard like Winnie could wish to rescind his role as a Party member, to join those disgusting Proles! Proles and animals are free, because they are soulless and inferior beings. Winston actually wanted to flush his humanity down the toilet! Fuck the Proles, fuck Emmanuel Goldstein, and fuck Winston Smith!
Suddenly, Julia felt some pang of guilt. What had made her feel so angry and hateful? Winston Smith couldn't be all that bad. After all, they had once been in love. Did she hate him because he betrayed her to O'Brien? Wouldn't that make her a hypocrite - since she had also betrayed Winston? In fact, she had even betrayed Winston first - before Winston betrayed her. Had she lost her sanity, after all?
Oh, don't be foolish, Julia scolded herself, sharply. Idle thinking never did anyone any good! Stinky thinking is what that is. Ignorance is strength, after all. Also, freedom is slavery. Those disgusting Proles only think that they are free! They are, in reality, slaves to hedonism. They may think that they live rich and fulfilling lives, but they are only deluding themselves. They are too stupid to realize that their lives are meaningless. Lifeless scum is what they are! They are no more than insects.
Then Julia's face turned red. How could I have been so foolish? I almost gave into hedonism. Why am I blaming it all on Winston? This is my fault, too. I should never have been so foolish as to question the wisdom of Big Brother. Also, of all people, I should have known that sex is disgusting. I was a member of the Junior Anti-Sex League, for crying out loud! How could I have rebelled against everything that I have been taught my whole life? If Big Brother says that something is so, then it's so. After all, Big Brother never lies! Right?
Julia glanced at the clock on the wall, and realized that it was almost time to head back to the Ministry of Truth. She began to leave the Cafe, not even giving Winston a second glance. After all, Julia mused, nobody else but Big Brother is worth living life for. Life without Big Brother is meaningless.
"I love you, Big Brother!" Julia whispered, blowing a kiss at the poster of Big Brother on the wall. Then Julia stepped outside of the Cafe. She felt a gentle breeze blowing over her, and listened to the chorus of birds chirping, as she headed back to work. Loving Big Brother sure makes life seem so much brighter, mused Julia.
Unbeknownst to Julia Wilson, Winston Smith, and most of the other citizens of Oceania, another revolution was just about to take place - somewhere about ten-thousand kilometres away, in California.