prologue


In a small hut in the deep countryside of Airspace One, also known
as England, a man was staring out at the rising sun.  He smiled to
himself, drew out a pen, and started writing in his diary.

Simon's Diary: June 3, 2083. It is another beautiful day out here in
the countryside.  All the days have been like this, since my escape
from the party's clutches.  I have the Brotherhood to thank for
that, and I wish them luck in their cause.

Simon closed his diary, still smiling.  "Yes,"  He thought to
himself, "Today is a good day for a rebellion to begin."  He got up
and used his telepathic powers, which set him and the Brotherhood
apart from other rebel groups.  "My brothers,"  Thomas said, "It's
time we finished what has been started.  For the glory of Goldstein,
we shall prevail."



Part 1

The cold bitter winds howled through the streets of London.  There
was protest in the wind, and it was soon to become very apparent.
Screams of pain were heard throughout the 50th basement floor of the
Ministry of Love, particularly from a room with the number 29 over
it.  It was one of the ministries many torture rooms, and they were
handling a peculiar case.

Simmonds looked at his prisoner lying on the table.  This person was
an interesting case.  The thought police had him tagged as a
goodthinker, but suddenly, he had starting acts of aggression
against the state.  Without the help of the Thought Police, this man
had begun to question the party's doctrine.  It was a disturbing
case, and the first of it's kind in over 100 years.

"Normans, you are doubleplus ungood.  You have committed many acts
of thinkcrime and sexcrime.  You are obviously unsane, but I will
heal you. First of all, how did you become a thinkcriminal?  There
are no oldthinkers, where do you get your thinks so speedwise?"

The person on the table laughed at his interrogator.  "You think I'd
tell you that so easily, old man?  Let me tell you this:  I am a
member of the Brotherhood, and we're going to take you to down!"

Simmonds gasped.  He recognized the prisoners poorly worded
sentences as oldspeak!  Where did he learn it? This whole case was
very disconcerting.  He had never interrogated someone he did not
know every single detail about before, and it was much more
difficult.

"Normans, this Brotherhood..."

"You just don't understand do you?  I'm not telling you anything, 
except that you are going to die in five seconds!"

As he said this, Simmonds saw one of the man's teeth fall out. 
Simmonds simply stared at Normans questioningly, as if too ask him
something. "How.."  Was all that Simmonds had time to say, as in
that moment, Normans exploded, taking Simmonds, and the room with
him.

Ten miles away, on the outskirts of London,  a man bolted upright. 
"Normans was successful in his mission."  He said aloud, to the
several  people that were surrounding him.  "He managed to set off
the internal explosives we set into his body.  He was in one of the
torture rooms at the time."  Tears of joy, and sadness ran down the
man's cheeks.

A tall blonde-haired man put his hand on the messenger's shoulder. 
"It's alright, Sean.  He was a loved companion of us all, but it was
a mission that had to be done.  Just remember him, and why he died."

"He's right Sean."  said a small, mousy looking girl, "It's all
necessary for our cause.  The party must fall, and you know as well
as I that he was the first to volunteer for the mission."


"You're right Kira."  Sean sniffled, "it's just that he was my best
friend.."

"It's quite probable that you're going to lose a lot more of them
Sean, so get used to it!"  Barked an irritated looking man sitting
in the corner, "Wars and revolutions aren't pretty.  You've read the
history books we managed to keep, you should know."

"Thomas, don't be so hard on the boy!"  said the blonde-haired man,
"He was in direct psychic link with Normans at the time of his
death.  It's a very harrowing experience."

"The kids just soft, Jonathan, maybe if you stopped protecting him,
he might stop being such a crybaby."  Retorted Thomas.

"And maybe if you had a little compassion...."

"STOP IT!!!"  Cried Sean, "We've got other things to deal with! 
Thomas, I'm only fifteen, give me a break, okay?  And John, thanks
for sticking up for me, but I can handle things myslef."

Johnathan calmed himself.  "Sean's right, of course.  We've got to
deal with own next course of action.  We've been developing
technology for the last 50 years,  we have highly advanced weaponry
and equipment, we've been able to psychically contact, and bring to
our cause over 2 million people all across Airstrip One.  We've also
caused a few riots, and the most recent explosion brings our count
up to about thirty acts of terrorism.  The biggest question is, now
that we have the power and unrest, what do we do with it?"

Thomas spoke up "We can't be direct with this group, we have to be
subtle and slow if we want to do this properly.  Direct conflict is
out of the question." he paused for a second, "We obviously don't
want to be too slow about it, or the Party will catch on...  I think
the best course of action would be to take out their main source of
propaganda..."

Kira gasped "You're not talking about taking over the air waves are
you?"

"Why not?  We have jamming devices that can disrupt all the radio
and television signals in existence, why not put them into use? 
Maybe along with some other devices...  This is what I say we
do...."



Part 2

In the main control room of London's Ministry of Love's Thinkpolice
headquarters, things were in a general state of nervousness.
"Comrade Smith!  Report of doubleplusungood situation in lower
levels of Miniluv. 50th floor completely unusable.  Probable that
thinkcriminal A. Normans responsible.  Reports of 4 non-persons,
many in unhealthy condition." Reported one officer to the captain of
the Thinkpolice,  "What action should be taked?"

The captain sat a few moments in thought, listening to the recorded
tape of the interrogation session.  "Comrades, I want all statistics
on A. Normans. Find out all there is.  Report anything unnormal. 
Also, sent out thinkpolice to find about this 'Brotherhood'"

"Yes Comrade Smith!"  His officers replied.  They all went to their
stations, researching on Normans, or any reports of the Brotherhood.
After several minutes of research, one officer approached the
Captain. "Comrade Smith, I have interesting statistic of A.
Normans.."

"Yes, Comrade Jones, what is the statistic?"

"A. Normans is a bio-man sir.  I looked for more statistics.  Many
bio-mans are becoming unpersons or being re-educated."


"Are you suggesting bio-men are born unbellyfeel?"

"No, but many unhelped thinkcrime are doinged by bio-men."

"Contact Minilife,  give them statistics.   Suggest bio-man activity
ungood."

"Yes, Comrade Smith." The officer walked away, and Smith sat down in
his chair, deep in thought.  Something was causing bio-men to rebel
against party doctrine, but what?  His thoughts were disturbed by
one of his other officers.  "Comrade Smith!  The telescreen!"

Smith looked at the telescreen and stared in horror.  It was
completely blank. A few seconds later, it fizzled back to life. 
Another few seconds, and it shut down again. "Comrade Smith! 
Statistics in!  Telescreens unworking all Airstrip One!"

Suddenly, the telescreen came back on, with a message seemingly
scrawled on it.  It said:  'The Brotherhood is here.' It stayed
there only for a half minute, then disappeared.

Smith stared blankly. Someone had interrupted the telescreen!  It
was supposed to be uninterruptable!  What kind of powers did these
people possess? Smith turned to Comrade Jones "Comrade, advise
Minilife and Minitruth that Minilife is unexistant.   Advise
Minilife to research bio-men, but to stop births."

"Yes Comrade" said Jones, rather shakily.

"Comrades, change of orders.  All live bio-men... are now
unpersons."

"That will be uneasy Comrade." replied one of his officers.

"Why, comrade Ovalsten?" "it seems, comrade, that many bio-men have
become unpersons."

"Well, where have they goinged?"

"Into the Countryside Comrade, they have left the cities."

"Well, find the ones who haven't, and send thinkpolice force1 into
countryside!"


"Yes, Comrade."



Part 3

At their small hut, the Brotherhood's leaders were grouped together,
deep in thought.  They were opening their minds to the entire
Brotherhood, the two-million-plus members who had mentally started
their revolution fifty years ago, when two telepaths communicated
for the first time.  They had been spending the last few hours,
directing people, helping to keep them calm, and giving them
strategies as to how to escape the thinkpolice.  To help direct
their thoughts, they talked to each other as well for ideas and
strategies.

"The thinkpolice are onto them.  They know that most of them are
bio-men." Thomas grunted.

"They knew the risks."  Johnathan replied, "At least it'll keep
their attention away from the natural human empaths."


"That's not very helpful to bio-men."  retorted Thomas.  "I say we
direct our forces to converge on one area, where we'll have some
artillery waiting. It's probably better if they are all together,
its less straining on us, and they have a better chance of defending
themselves."

"We're talking all of England here Tom, a single meeting place isn't
going to work.  They all have been told where the nearest storage
facility is, we just have to hope they survive till then.  Once they
get there, the area leaders will be able to take control.  The
facilities are well equipped, we just have to help them get there."

"Speaking of which, shouldn't somebody be preparing for our batch of
rebels?" Inquired Thomas.

"Already onto it." said Sean, "I've got all the gear ready.  I'm
just waiting for them to arrive."

"Apparently most of the people coming our way aren't even being
followed." said Kira, "But be prepared for an ambush soon after they
start arriving."

"No problem."  said Sean, who was the only one not using his mental
powers at the time.  He ran off, and made sure that all the weapons
were fully armed, and suited himself up in armor. Several hours
later, 100,000-plus people were arming up, and preparing for the
long-awaited war against the party.


Once they were all prepared, Johnathan spoke to them all.  "Members
of the Brotherhood, our time has come.  We shall rise up above the
party, and end the enslavement they have put us under.  Now, their
reign of oppression ends!  Come my friends!  Manchester has been
taken, as well as Scotland and Ireland.  It's now London's turn! 
But remember friends, under no circumstances, are we to kill
civilians.  We have completely shut off the telescreens, so the
party cannot spread lies about us.   We take the Ministry of Love
first, then the Ministry of peace, and then we can burn down the
Ministry of Truth!  Leave the Ministry of plenty undamaged, but take
it as well!  Also remember this: the proles are our allies.  If you
can convince any that they will be better off once we destroy the
party, give them a weapon!  Now my Brothers, to London!"

There was a roar from the crowd, and much joy as the rebels rode
towards London in jeeps, vans, and tanks.  Fifty years of developing
technology, as compared to stagnating it, definitely showed in the
unusual and powerful designs of the Brotherhood's weapons.  They
easily conquered the Ministries of Plenty and Truth, conquering the
ministry of Peace created many casualties, but they strode on
determinedly towards the ministry of Love.



Part 4

July 26, 2084 The Rebellion is successful.  The Brotherhood leaders
tell me that all of Airstrip One, now officially called England, is
completely rid of all former party members.  They say they are going
to make a televised announcement tomorrow explaining to the proles
what has happened.



Johnathan looked proudly at the telescreen camera.  Today, he would
be making an announcement to all of England, giving them the news
that they were free! And even better, they had gotten some proles
off the street and brought them in so they could see their personal
reaction.  He fixed his hair up, and prepared himself for his
speech.  The cameraman signaled him, the lights dimmed, and
Johnathan began his speech. "Greetings, friends, I wish to talk to
you about the future.  The future of Airstrip One, from now on to be
known as England.  I...." Johnathan stopped, puzzled at the reaction
of the audience watching him.  They were either looking at him in a
confused manner, or just laughing at him.  He paused for a second,
and realized:  Nobody in Oceania knew oldspeak anymore! To
communicate, he realized, he had to talk in Newspeak!  He paused for
a second, and then spoke again.  "A moment please."  he said, and
signaled for the transmission to end.



July 28, 2084 A small setback to the revolution of England.  The
brotherhood forgot that newspeak is the official language of
Oceania.  They are having extreme problems communicating with the
population.  The four leaders are now attempting to learn newspeak,
in order to destroy the language barrier between themselves and the
proles.  I wish them the best of luck.



Johnathan looked at the dictionary in disgust.  "This is terrible! 
We finally free the people from mental enslavement, and now we find
out that none of them can understand us!"

Thomas grunted, "The worst part is, we gotta keep the system running
just like it always has been to keep the people from revolting. 
We've just come full circle."

"Well, the only way that we are going to free the people is by
learning how to communicate with them."  Said Kira, "So you might as
well start reading, and stop whining."

"The biggest problem is, this language won't let us project half our
ideas." Complained Sean. "If only we could teach them oldspeak, but
the teachers won't hear of it!  And nobody is letting their children
get taught by any of our people."  Said Johnathan.

"Well, like they say, when in Rome, do like a Roman"  said Kira, "so
why don't we all just learn the language, and just act like the
party did for a while?

Once we gain their trust, we can start making concessions.  Slowly,
you know?" Johnathan sighed, "She's right unfortunately.  Until they
believe in us,  we've got to play by their rules."



October 20th, 2084 A lot of things have changed here in England. 
The Brotherhood has taken power finally, after having learned to
communicate in newspeak.  After having won the peoples' trust, the
Brotherhood set out to change history to its proper course.  All
manners of historical points have been re-altered, back to what
actually happened.  Thank goodness for that abandoned library we had
discovered!  Otherwise, we would have kept on believing that the
party had invented everything, and not Britain..



"I still don't agree with that Johnathan."  said Kira, "How could we
just go and say that Britain invented everything, you know full well
that's not true!"

"Kira, Kira, Kira." Said Johnathan, "Calm.  Stop being so
unbellyful!  You know just as well as I do that the US., France,
Italy, all those other countries don't exist anymore.  We can't just
tell them that a whole slew of new countries once existed!  We've
got to take countries back, and then we can tell them that they once
existed, that they always have."

"So what, you're going to take over the whole world, and then, once
you control it, THEN you're going to tell people the truth?  My god
John, you're starting to sound like Big Brother or something.  I
think you've been brainwashed by learning all that newspeak crap!"

"KIRA!"  exclaimed Johnathan, "That's enough!  This is as hard for
you as it is for me.  Don't worry, it shouldn't take long.  We've
found out other telepaths in Oceania, Eurasia and Eastasia.  The
seeds of rebellion have begun, and in another ten years at most, the
whole world will be free of oppression!"

"Bull." Said Kira, "It's just going to under the control of the next
Big Brother:  You."  Kira turned around, and walked huffily out of
the room.

Johnathan sighed, "Thomas, did you catch all that?"

"Sure did." said Thomas, walking out of the shadows he had been
hiding in, "She sounds like she could ruin everything we've worked
for.  Although it sounds cruel, our method is the only way."

"I'm afraid we can't risk someone starting another revolution," said
Johnathan, "we can't have dissenters like Kira running around
causing trouble. You know what to do?"

"I'm afraid so."


October 30th, 2084 Tragedy has struck the Brotherhood.  One of the
four, Kira, was killed yesterday in a brutal shooting by a
conservative right-wing fanatic.  The Brotherhood quickly caught the
criminal, and have sentenced him to death. Meanwhile, the revolution
has now begun worldwide, and apparently they are all winning, with
the help of psychic communication.  Also today, the Brotherhood's
police squadron caught some people thinking against Brotherhood
doctrine.  Thank goodness for the psychic police squad!



Johnathan looked at the reports.  "This is doubleplusgood!  Oceania
is overtaken by Brotherhood, semieastasia also.  Hail the four!"

"Hail the four" replied Thomas, "Hail also psycpolice, for prevented
many ungood situations.  Ungood that four is two now."

"Yes, plusungood.  Also plusungood that Brotherhood must uncreate
unbellyful persons."

"Think now goodthings.  Worldlife will soon be.  Undo Brotherhood
doable." Johnathan flashed his eyes at that, "No!  Unready for
undoed.  Brotherhood must stay!"

"But...  Comrade Johnathan...." That was as far as Thomas got, as he
was shot just then, in the back of the neck.  Johnathan watched him
fall.


"Poor Thomas, unbellyfeeled!  Farewell comrade, all for the
Brotherhood! Now proles must know that four is one!"



Epilogue

November 13, 2084 The revolution is complete.  The Brotherhood's
reign has yet to span across the planet yet, they are constantly at
war with many opposing factions in far off countries, but we are
free.  The old books are all back in print, in Brotherspeak, of
course.  While they aren't completely the same, which is
understandable, at least they are there.  Oh, how I long for the
final stage to take place, when oldspeak is replaced as the official
language.  Maybe once that happens, someone can find and understand
these memoirs of an old man who has watched this revolution from
beginning to end.  To whomever is reading this, be happy you have
the freedom to do so.  All hail the four, Johnathan Summers!



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(additial information)

Glossary

Bellyfeel- loyalty to the party in power.

Bio-man-  A genetically engineered man, created artificially.  Part
of the party's attempts to completely destroy the sexual drive.  It
was created to make sex even for reproduction unnecessary.

Brotherspeak- Actually only Newspeak with a new name, to make it
seem like it is a new language.

Minilife-  Ministry of life, which concerned itself with the
creation of Bio-men, and dealing with dead bodies which were
starting to be found everywhere in Airstrip One.

Psycpolice- psychic police squad enforced by the Brotherhood
government.

Statistic- Information.

Thinkpolice force1- A near military group of thought police, formed
in the possibility that a mass riot might occur.  Very well trained
mercenary killers.

Unpersons-  Besides someone who has been eradicated, also someone
who has disappeared with no explainable reason.

Worldlife- The ideal that the Brotherhood's ideals shall span the
globe.




Brief History of the Brotherhood

The Brotherhood began with the communication of two bio-men, just
discovering their psychic and telepathic powers.  At one desperate
moment, one person thought: "Is anyone out there that I can talk
to?"  He was surprised by a voice in his head saying "Yes." The two
ensued in a great many conversations, mostly at night when the party
couldn't see the semi-comatose state most people get into when
communicating telepathically.

One of them had been marked for rebellion by the party, so they both
learned of the "Brotherhood."  When the one who was watching his
friend's mental breakdown by the party saw what they were doing, he
realized that rebellion is actually set up by the party.  By finding
this out, He surmised that the party didn't actually keep as close
tabs on everyone as he thought.

He began sending out his mind every night, trying to find more
people who were like himself.  Over the years, the numbers of people
in this group massed, as more and more people were discovering their
powers. They were all made aware of the party, and what really goes
on in the Ministry of Love.  They dedicated themselves to the
breakdown of the party, and the return of intellectual freedom.

Between the thousands of them that existed, the telepaths managed to
scrap up most of the language of oldspeak.  With that achieved, they
agreed that a group of them should flee to the countryside, where
they were less likely to be disturbed, and amass as much technology
and old information as possible.  Many in the group found old
technical manuals, and used them to begin the advancement of
technology, specifically war technology.  Deep in the English
countryside, they found something beyond their wildest dreams.  The
grotto of an old man who had fled the cities long before the party's
rise to power.  His grandson still lived there, and they discovered
a mass of history books, and literature.  With this evidence, they
searched with renewed vigor for telepaths, and eventually got over 2
million members.  To hide their group even more from the party, they
gave their revolution the name of the mock revolutionary group
created by the party- the Brotherhood.