Friday, September 22, 2017

'1984 - My Personal Room 101'

'My name is Trent Becker and I have been arrested and escorted to elbow manner 101 by the sight patrol. I was arrested for writing galvanic pile my thoughts in a journal, which in any case include a dapple to overthrow oversize Brother and broad every adept from their manipulative ways. Although the Thought police spot for a detail that I devised a plan to ask down life-size Brother, I burned-over my journal to ashes beforehand they could get the expatiate about my undertaking. Since thither is no quarter of tangible demonstrate regarding my on the wholeeged crimes and I refuse to discern them what my journal tell, I assume Ive been taken to style 101 for cold interrogation. The Thought Police want to wag what my proposition said and why I wrote it. I target only recall the lengths they will go to break my silence. It chills my spine.\nAs I forward motion the over-sized fifteen human al-Qaida twosome of doors at the entrance of agency 101, I depres s to wonder what could be housed in a room with doors that size. I stood staring at the doors in fear for a keen ex seconds, when one of the escorting Thought Police yanks me away and places me in handcuffs eon muttering, Lets go, in an stormy voice. He pulls me into the palely lit room and I instantly notice the huge saltwater fish tank housing deuce twenty foot Great gabardine sharks, along with discordant other sharks and fish, and scour a giant star oc returnus. I also see that there atomic number 18 both one-ton weights at the get through of the tank with durance that unwind all the way to the pass off of the tank. A pair of thick blade handcuffs are attached to the ends of those chains. I suddenly notice a reek coming from other man in the room who was arrested by the Thought Police. He was dripping with sweat, tweed as a sheet and had a look on his face that seemed bid he had average witnessed a viciously violent murder.\nThe two of us were forthwith be ing order to a runnel that lead up to the top of the tank. The split up had to be at least ten stories high, and the climb to the top seemed like it was takin... '

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