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Orwell Universe
After about two days of travelling, Winston and Joe have finally arrived in Sacramento, California.
'So, this is California, eh?' asked Joe. 'The land where it's always sunny.'
'Yeah, it get too bloody rainy in London,' replied Winston. 'Well, where shall we go? How about checking the telescreen operating room in the Ministry of Truth, and see if our heros are there?'
'Yeah, it wouldn't hurt to check,' replied Joe. 'I guess I don't mind walking around a little bit. It is sunny and warm out.
Then the duo headed off to look to the Ministry of Truth building.
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Marty, along with Doc and Jennifer, were in the telescreen operating room, playing rock and roll music from the telescreens.
'Hmmm, what haven't I played, yet?' Marty mumbled to himself. Then he decided to the whole Harder Faster album by April Wine. 'What a great band they are,' Marty told Jennifer. 'It's too bad that April Wine were not more successful here in the United States. Well, in our reality, I mean.'
'I totally know what you mean, Marty,' replied Jennifer. 'So did you bring Electric Jewels along? That is my absolute favourite album by April Wine. Totally awesome music, I must say.'
'Yeah, I totally agree with you,' answered Marty. 'We could play that album next.'
'Gordon Lightfoot is my favourite Canadian singer,' chimed in Doc.
'Gordon Lightfoot is too soft,' replied Marty. 'Kim Mitchell is my favourite Canadian soloist. His band, Max Webster, was awesome, too. I also like Saga, Doucette, Harlequin, Chiliwack, and many others. When I'm in the mood for blues rock, David Wilcox is also great. David Wilcox from Canada, that is. He's sort of a Canadian Jimi Hendrix.'
'I bet most of the kids in our school don't even know who those bands are,' remarked Jennifer. 'However, I must say, I don't think Gordon Lightfoot is too soft. His music is just like Simon and Garfunkel - soft and beautiful.'
'Well, they might know who Saga is,' Marty told his girlfriend. 'They've had two hits here in this country, with On The Loose and Wind Him Up. I wish The Flyer was as big of a hit in this country, though. That song is freaking awesome!'
'Well, in a way, I'm kind of glad that many of our favourite Canadian bands are not that well-known in this country,' said Jennifer. 'This is sort of like our little secret.'
'Oh, for sure!' replied Marty, smiling.
Just, as Jennifer and Marty were about to hug each other, the door flew open. Marty, Jennifer, and Doc were all prepared to take action - in case there were still some Thought Police members left. There were two men at the door - an older middle-aged man, and a younger blond man. The older man was wearing coveralls - which, printed on the front said '6079 Smith W.'
Doc, stunned, asked, 'Are you, by any chance, Winston Smith.'
'Yeah, it's me, I'm Winston Smith,' the middle-aged man stammered. 'How did you know about me? I came from London. I was an Outer Party member.'
'Did you date someone named Julia?' Marty asked. 'Did you keep a diary, and write 'Down With Big Brother' in it? Were you, uh, tortured by O'Brien?'
'Marty!' gasped Doc, stunned by his friend's bluntness.
'How did you know all that about me?' asked Winston, confused. Then, as all the colour drained from his face, Winston asked, 'You're not the Thought Police, are you?'
'Hell, no!' gasped Marty. 'I hate those bastards! We've defeated them all several days ago.'
Then, realizing that he was face to face with a charactor from a book, Doc gasped, 'Great Scott! You really are Winston Smith?'
'Oh, boy, this is heavy,' replied Marty, taking a good look at Winston Smith.
'What is so special about me?' asked Winston, confused. 'I mean, why are you guys so shocked to see me?'
'Winston, I think you and your friend had better sit down,' suggested Doc. 'You're probably going to have trouble believing what we have to say to you.'
'I'm sure I'd have no trouble believing anything these days,' Winston assured Doc. 'I mean, if you had told me a month ago that Big Brother would be defeated, I would have laughed my arse off.'
'Okay, Winston, here goes,' said Doc, taking a big breath. 'In the world that we came from, you are a charactor in a book.'
'Some guy pen-named George Orwell wrote a book called 1984,' added Marty. 'I don't know how to say this - but, Winston, you're a charactor in a dystopian novel in our world. The book tells about how you picked up a diary, how you kept writing 'Down With Big Brother' in your diary, how you were tormented by Tom Parson's kids, how you would sneak off with Julia, how you loaned a flat from Mr. Charrington, how Mr. Charrington betrayed you, how O'Brien tricked you into believing that he was part of The Brotherhood, how O'Brien tortured you in Room 101, that sort of stuff.'
Winston looked like he wanted to faint. His blond friend tried to steady him.
'What do you mean 'in your world'?' asked the blond man, confused. 'Did you come here from another planet?'
'Well, no, not exactly,' replied Doc, with a sigh. 'I'm not sure how to explain this to you. You see, we came here through a clock tower. Apparently, in both our world and your world, the lightening had hit the clock tower at precisely 10:04 PM on November 12, 1955. In our world, that was also the same day that I was trying to send Marty back home to to 1985. I didn't make a time machine until 1985, but when the Lybian terrorists shot me, Marty inadvertantly travelled back in time to November 5, 1955 - the same day that I was standing on the edge of my toilet hanging a clock, I slipped and hit my head, and I had a vision of a flux capacitor, which makes time travel possible. Anyway, it must have been during that event that has created some portal within the clock tower, which allows you to travel between worlds.'
'So what are you saying?' asked Winston, confused. 'Time travel? Travel between worlds? What the bloody hell is a flux capacitor?'
'I suppose the only way to convince you guys,' said Doc, with a sigh, 'would be have you guys step through the clocktower, and enter our world for awhile.'
'I normally don't believe things that sound so outrageous,' the blond man admitted, 'but, until a week ago, the idea of Big Brother being defeated also sounded outrageous - so I guess I'll believe you. Anyway, you do seem so serious.'
Then Nancy walked into the room, and said, 'I have snacks for everyone.'
She handed everyone a bag of raspberries, strawberries, and blueberries. Marty went to switch April Wine's Harder Faster tape over, then everyone ate in silence. After everyone was done eating - Doc, Marty, Winston, and Joe grabbed a van, and drove back to Hill Valley, where the clock tower was.