Saderan Imperial Court
"Mr. Sol Augustus, if you seek to join the likes of Oceania, Eurasia and Eastasia, you should forget common logical principles" The foreign dignitary said to the Emperor.
"It's been a month since you first came to advise me, but I still haven't managed to grasp anything about your political theory or logic! Doublethink? It simply doesn't make any sense; it's just saying a thing and saying the opposite… What's even wrong with our current system of government?" The Emperor said.
"Doublethink means much more than that, it means to genuinely, fully believe two opposite things to be true. Of course, that what's doublethink is for proles, for peasants. The head of State and his loyal supporters will still have to follow some logical principles to keep control though. The problem of your current form of government, is that it doesn't grant totalitarian control over the nation. In our country, dissent isn't simply curtailed, it's literally unconceivable. Unless third parties intervene and break the status quo, we will simply perpetually keep going, without needing for technological or social progress."
"Nations rise and fall because societies keep following the same patterns, the same paths. To make a truly perfect, ascended society, and go beyond such dynamics, one must go beyond rationality, to escape this endless loop of instability. You understand where I am going, Mr. Sol Moltus?" The Oceanian advisor added.
"I think… I now understand where you're coming from… And I'm not sure I'm liking it…" The Emperor said.
Molt Sol Augustus sighed, and opened again the books they gave him, to study a way to implement the new policies in his Empire.
He knew his army would never be able to defeat these powers, and the idea of absolute control over the very inner being of his people did intrigue him as well.
In a sick kind of way, the occupation has advantaged him much more than a victory.
The Allied Nations armies were utterly crushed, and they were forced to join the Empire by the invaders, most pretenders or political rivals had died in war, and instead of asking for compensation, the victors were offering him the chance to get essentially unlimited power, and were contributing new technologies and projects by themselves, only asking his cooperation.
But not every Imperial was happy.
In his room, Prince Zorzal was furious. He lost his chance to gain glory in war and to crush the subhuman foreigners. His father willingly became a puppet for the foreign powers.
Big Brother Palace, Earth
"So, how's the mission in the Empire going?" Big Brother said, blowing off smoke from a cigar.
"It will be a long way. The Gate is very small, moving technological equipment through it takes forever, and their own technology is comparable to our 1200-1400, with the exception of magic, which isn't much widespread and doesn't really help their daily life. We expect the Empire to be to a similar level to Oceania, Eastasia and Eurasia in about 10 years, maybe less if their government proves to be efficient." A middle aged to senior aged man said.
"Thank you, O'Brian, for your response. What about their political development?"
"The Emperor of the Empire is cooperative, but some members of his household and his elites are not. They will be a hindrance, I hope they will change their mind. Otherwise, our Thoughtpolice would be more than happy to take care of them."
"That's good. We could individuate a new Goldstein for the Empire among the dissenting voices of their elite. Oceania, Eastasia and Eurasia all have a Goldstein type of figure. Anyway, now let's keep thinking about our own nation, we can't let people be complacent as our forces keep maintaining the peace in the other world. I arranged for renewed hostilities with both Eurasia and Eastasia on Earth, while our joint-expedition will continue cooperating in the Empire. Immediately contact the Ministry of Truth and figure out something to tell the population."
"It will be done, Big Brother. Doubleplusgood. Well, I'll take my leave now." O'Brian said.
Ministry of Truth
A new order from the Inner Party.
A day like any other.
Winston read the message that he had received in his workstation, turning on his microphone to communicate anything the letter contained to his fellow workers.
"We were always allied with the Empire and at war with Eurasia and Eastasia. Brave Oceanian soldiers disguised as the enemy are currently being stationed in the Special Region lands to support our historical friends."
Winston couldn't keep stop thinking about the Special Region and the Gate.
He KNEW that it wasn't always there. The Empire was a nation from another world, a world yet not tainted by totalitarian rule, where people were still free, like proles. A world that still had hope, hope that could be spread to Oceania, Eastasia and Eurasia.
Winston couldn't wait to talk to Julia about his thoughts.
As he kept thinking about it, he had a realization.
The ultimate thought crime.
He could have escaped with Julia in the new world, far away from Oceania's grip.
Surely the Empire wasn't the only nation there, right? Freedom was possible, being a human was still possible.
But how?
Special Region, Warrior Bunny lands
Her dream had finally been fulfilled. The Empire utterly crushed, occupied by foreign powers. Emperor Sol Moltus, used like a puppet by foreign rulers.
Her people, avenged.
During the brief siege of Sadera, Tyuule used the chaos to escape and go back to her native lands.
Unknowingly to most, she had been the architect of the Empire's ruin all along. She had recommended Zorzal to fund the opening of that Gate, she had been the one who encouraged him to choose the most outlandish, alien and foreign looking world through the Gate to obtain even more glory, to ensure the civilization the Empire attacked was surely overwhelmingly strong.
Tyuule grinned, as she walked in the city center of her former Warrior Bunny capital, and removed the robe that covered her head.
"Your Queen is back!"