As the world was given over to the foreigner O'Brian and his men were beginning to feel the disease. Before the disease was at its worst, O'Brian received a message. It was an envelope with a picture inside. It was a Polaroid picture of a huskie dog sitting on snowy ground next to a fir tree. The dog was smiling, it was a very human smile. At first it was comical, very amusing. O'Brian didn't much mind at first until it got worse.
The sicker he got the worse the dreams were getting. He would have dreams so horrible he'd wake up in cold sweat. Sometimes he'd even question if he was still awake. Most of these dreams were of room 101. It would always start with him strapped to a chair but the dream was unpredictable. Sometimes he would burst into flames, other times his flesh would fall off for no reason at all but that was only the beginning.
Reality was beginning to fall apart. Everywhere he went he would witnessed someone commit suicide. Falling off a building was common but there were some extremes. Once he witnessed a soldier pour acid on his body not once did he scream. By then the disease got so horrible that he couldn't get out of bed and the pictures came more menacing then the last.
His dreams were becoming more real. One time he woke up from a nightmare only to step in another. A man with no face stood over him, peeling away his fingernails. He could feel the pain of each nail being removed. As he screamed the man stopped but only for a minute. Even though he had no face it spoke to him, "Hush, go to sleep," and he woke up again.
The last envelope was also the last time he lived. He was at his worst, walking was painful, breathing was painful, everything he did was painful but that was not the worst of it. He was beginning to hear things. There were whispers in his ears. At first he didn't understand then it became one voice, one he recognized very well, it was his own.
One of us, it said, it repeated over and over for hours. Through blurry eyes he saw the envelope, he knew very well what was inside. He opened the envelope, it was the dog with the smile only the smile was no longer comical….and a message.
I am human and you are too!
O'Brian lost it, the message was a lie. He was no longer human. A man in his position would have been glad to be humanless yet he wasn't. This is the end of humanity, the end of Big Brother, the end of O'Brian forever. As O'Brian threw his life over the building America was building a ship. Julia, Winston and Russell were going to be it's occupants.