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George Orwell's 1984

Try with all your might and you'll succeed.

By Rene Volpi Published 6 months ago Updated 6 months ago 4 min read
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George Orwell's 1984
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The life and times in Oceania were unsustainable and yet, the people complied out of fear of the unknown.

The rats' phobia wasn't the only thing that terrified Winston, but it was the most feared.

He was psychologically attacked by all sides.

He no longer knew who were his friends and who his enemies.

He felt a loneliness that ate at his soul and made him long for the days when life was a pleasure to live, not a curse.

Winston Smith wasn't a person any longer, he was a prisoner of something so much bigger than himself, that he gave up fighting it long ago.

Now, a shadow of his former self, he barely had the energy to get out of his bunk in the morning, much less clean up or take showers.

Only the thought of Julia and the memories of their time together soothed his spirit and enticed him to go on.

The thought police don't know it all. They act and pretend they do, but Winston knows more than they could possibly conceive. After all, they aren't even human themselves. They're entities without feelings, without emotion, void of everything that is good about life.

The brainwashing seances and experimentation on his brain have done tremendous damage but he hasn't given up completely.

They're winning everyone over. They've managed to indoctrinate the populace with relative ease. And they had ways and methods to make sure the holdovers wouldn't' be holding for long at all. They were right. They broke them down systematically, precisely, and ruthlessly.

Some of these tactics made it harder for Winston to stand and many times, he broke, cried, and begged them to stop. He told them "I'm empty now". That's all it took most of the time for them to stop the torture.

He wasn't lying, he felt completely empty, lonely, and cold.

But they couldn't break his spirit. He had love buried deep, in a place they couldn't access, no matter if they thought otherwise.

So, he figured he had nothing to lose if he came up with a plan that only he would know. Only he could put it into action.

Big Brother was everywhere, the spies working for "it" had access to everything, and by the use of torture, they also got inside people's brains.

O'Brien, whom he thought he could trust, betrayed him by disclosing all he ever mentioned to him to the Thought Police, which led to a horrifying series of electroshocks and brain incursions that took forever to heal.

He was one of the most painful betrayals, for he thought of him as a true friend.

Julia was all that mattered. Once he understood Julia didn't betray him like he blindly thought she did.

Time to make amends. Time to make all the wrongs, right again.

As he was in charge of the fake press to evolve the conditioning of the masses halfway there already, the day had finally come to put his plan into action.

He didn't have any position of power at all. He was just another peon obeying others quietly and efficiently.

Except that this time, he didn't.

He locked himself with the presses in this enormous room where no one could touch him or stop him. And he printed manifesto after manifesto for all to see.

When they tried to shut off the power, he worked with generators. And the printing went on. And on. For days on end. In between these revelations to the general public through his published works, he wrote in code to Julia, expressing his eternal love and asking for forgiveness. He wrote beautiful poems that only she'd understand and included graphics he saved especially for this occasion.

And he kept on printing the truth. He told the people to think for themselves and to forget everything they'd heard from Big Brother up to that point.

He told them all what their plan was. Total domination and submission of people. Told them they were the only bastion of hope left, for themselves and the entire human race.

Told them they were under the spell of constant lies and a repetitive formula that had them under their thumbs.

Finally, he wrote that their destiny was in their hands and that without freedom, there was no life. Only repression. His last words were: "Find your purpose and don't ever let go. Find what makes you feel whole and you'll find what truly matters. May God be with you and take care of one another"

Oceania ceased to exist after what is now known as "The Event". The forces that Winston Smith unleashed were so powerful, that he provoked an uprising of epic proportions, and was unstoppable in and of itself.

It had to happen, it was the only way it could.

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Rene Volpi

I'm from Italy and write every day. Being a storyteller by nature, I've entertained (and annoyed) people with my "expositions" since I was a child, showing everyone my primitive drawings, doodles, and poems. Still do! Leave me a comment :)

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  • Test5 months ago

    I liked this a lot.... Dystopian stories don't need to end on a negative note, so a beautiful rewrite!💙Anneliese

  • Doc Sherwood5 months ago

    I found this a really interesting alternate ending, and in the light of today's hacker culture and underground presses, it's heartening to think Winston Smith might have been able to empower himself in ways Orwell was unable to conceive of. Having published the novel in 1948, the year before he died, Orwell didn't live to see the subversive work done by 1960s counterculture which successfully laid the foundation for our alternative media today, from pirate radio gradually to the internet, a polyphony of voices reminding every state-endorsed mouthpiece it's neither lone nor crying aloud in the wilderness. I also love your inclusion of a more up-to-date psychoanalysis, examining Winston's isolation and his struggle with what we'd now call mental illness (in a tacit way your piece is extremely relevant post-pandemic, exploring the long-term effects of extreme restrictions on public life and exclusion from friends and family). I understand you have your grievances against Vocal, Rene, but for what it's worth, I hope you stick around! We need more genuinely thought-provoking writing like yours.

  • [email protected]6 months ago

    I felt so sorry for him; the overwhelming sadness and hopelessness you described was a soul stirring experience. His missing his loved one, especially. This is exceptional writing; particularly given the time constraints. You’ve done it again, René— you unwitting genuis! Hearts

  • I haven’t read this book, although of course have an awareness of the title…. so I thoroughly enjoyed your article. It’s amazing how similar this narrative is to my own !!!! Rather insane, in fact. I really do feel like Alice in the Underland 😆 Great writing and thank you for sharing

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