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The Resurgence


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You sit staring silently forward in the cramped compartment of the military transport. Like all transports heading for the party capitol this one has no windows to give away the location of the homeland to potential spies. Only one window shows anything of interest, the telescreen. It watches you perhaps more than you watch it. Stats cycle across its surface: production quotas, news reports, and party propaganda. You lurch forward as the transport decelerates, a squawk emits form the screen and a detached voice informs you that touchdown is in 15 minutes.

You’ve never been to the capitol before but you have heard stories of its grandure. You think about mouthing its name, “Airstrip One” but years of training in doublethink hold your tongue steady (best not to risk any sort of thought or face crime) and you simultaneously unthink it. Minutes later the transport lands and a party official comes aboard to greet you. He extends a hand and you instinctly shake it, “Welcome home Comrade”, he says and leads you onto the tarmac.

It is either predawn or late dusk, the sky is flint grey. You can see the silhouettes of the Ministries: Peace, Truth, Love, and Plenty, but a building from the stories is distinctly missing. “Where is the palace of Big Brother?” you ask. The official informs you that a rocket bomb struck the tower several years ago and collapsed it. Many Inner Party officials were killed in the blast, it was greatly feared that Big Brother himself had died. Months passed by with only his word appearing in Times articles. Still the citizens held hope. For as long as the party survived so must Big Brother. Then on one glorious day the loving face and voice of Big Brother returned. Spontaneous parades broke out across the city and citizens openly wept in the streets without fear of facecrime.

This day was called The Resurgence to memorialize the movement that began upon Big Brother’s return. It was on this day that a call was issued for loyal party members to return home from across the front lines and the many nations serving under the flag of IngSoc. Those answering the call worked with Big Brother to reform the Ministries and further extend the reach of the party.

It is on another important day that you yourself have arrived in the capitol. For today the first stage of the resurgence has ended and a new era of victory over those that oppose the party has begun.

The official hands you today’s copy of the Times as if to further illustrate the significance. The cover page shows Big Brother and the new Ministry Officials together, The byline reads “The Resurgence Continues”

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IngSoc would like to welcome its new government and members into the fold as well as take the opertunity to announce our updated forums. Come visit us at www.ingsoc-alliance.com

IngSoc Alliance Leadership

Big Brother: New Reverie

INNER PARTY MEMBERS

Party Regent: Emperor Spherilion

Minister of Love (Miniluv): Shadow Slayer

Minister of Truth (Minitru): - Jaaku

Minister of Plenty (Miniplenty): - Yuurei

Minister of Peace (Minipax): - SeasonsofLove/andyt2k

Sincerly,

New Reverie

Big Brother of IngSoc

Did I not tell you just now that we are different from the persecutors of the past? We are not content with negative obedience, nor even with the most abject submission. When finally you surrender to us, it must be of your own free will. We do not destroy the heretic because he resists us: so long as he resists us we never destroy him. We convert him, we capture his inner mind, we reshape him. We burn all evil and all illusion out of him; we bring him over to our side, not in appearance, but genuinely, heart and soul. We make him one of ourselves before we kill him. It is intolerable to us that an erroneous thought should exist anywhere in the world, however secret and powerless it may be. Even in the instant of death we cannot permit any deviation. In the old days the heretic walked to the stake still a heretic, proclaiming his heresy, exulting in it. Even the victim of the Russian purges could carry rebellion locked up in his skull as he walked down the passage waiting for the bullet. But we make the brain perfect before we blow it out. The command of the old despotisms was "Thou shalt not". The command of the totalitarians was "Thou shalt". Our command is "Thou art". No one whom we bring to this place ever stands out against us. Everyone is washed clean. Even those three miserable traitors in whose innocence you once believed, in the end we broke them down. I took part in their interrogation myself. I saw them gradually worn down, whimpering, grovelling, weeping -- and in the end it was not with pain or fear, only with penitence. By the time we had finished with them they were only the shells of men. There was nothing left in them except sorrow for what they had done, and love of Big Brother. It was touching to see how they loved him. They begged to be shot quickly, so that they could die while their minds were still clean.
-1984, IngSoc 25 years later 2009 Edited by New Reverie
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