O'brien is wrong. Hope does lie in the proletarians; we both know it does. For now in this corrupt society, their untapped potential is the only source for the destruction of Ingsoc.
Even though the belief of Big Brother has captured the ignorant minds, he has not captured mine. O'brien cannot control the stars or the universe. Yes. Now I know their secret. Because of their brainwashing motives, and especially the fear they implant in each individual, they think they can control anything. All they want is power. Not even for humanitarian reasons, but for the word itself.
The interrogations have gone too far. Doesn't he see I confessed everything I know? And my eyes, I can barely see anything in this dark labyrinth. But I saw...my reflection. My frail fingers, knocked-out teeth, bald scalp. Worst of all, I saw O'brien, with his full-fleshed body chuckling behind my complexion. I am reaching the point...the point of betrayal.
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