Where am I? I was in a room, an isolated room, on a bed of torture... Pure torture. That switch, of electrical torture... The men in white coats. O'Brien, what was he? Was he part of the Brotherhood? or was he of a high class hierarchy of the Party? He watched me for the past 7 years, and have not said anything. He did not care of my crimes... not my crimes... but my thought-crimes. How did he possess so much power? Did the Brotherhood exist? Did I exist? Did History exist? Did Big Brother exist? Where has common sense gone to... What happened to my dearest Julia? He could not have killed her, he could not have... I suffer for the following days to come, and my journey, comes to a near end.
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