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Imagine a world where the ruling Regime rewrites the past to agree with the propaganda they feed to the people. The truth is hidden … no … it’s destroyed … forever. It’s 1984 come true.
But there’s one man, a Regime bureaucrat who rewrites the past, who realizes one day that something is … wrong. He comes across a nugget of truth, a piece of the past that’s slipped by the Regime censors.
Having the truth is an act of rebellion under The Regime’s rule. And rebellion is punishable by death.
This truth will change everything.
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Read an excerpt . . .
It was the first week of Fourthmonth, and the day was bright but unseasonably cold and breezy. Taylor DeWalt’s phone said it was just after fifteen o’clock, which was three in the afternoon before the Regime gained total power. With his shoulders hunched against the wind, he snuck through the dirty glass doors of Democracy Mansions.
He was immediately hit with the smell of rice and beans, heavy with cheap spices, and mingled with the stale tang of cigarette smoke. The condominium complex — though substandard apartments was the truer term — was home mostly to Hispanic families whose mothers, fathers, or both labored for the Regime in the service trades. Most had come to Baltimore after the Great Upheaval, bringing their language, their customs, their food.
At one end of the hallway, a large poster was taped to the cinderblock wall. It showed a man’s face — five feet wide, six and a half feet high — the face of an older man with short, curly gray hair and piercing black eyes. His skin was white, though something in his features suggested a trace of African blood: perhaps the broad nose or the heavy jaw. Large ears jutted out from either side of his head. He was known only as First Citizen. Beneath his face, printed in blood-red letters, were the words:
THE REGIME SEES YOU.
Another excerpt . . .
The citizens had been fed decades of what the Regime called truth. Long ago, “misinformation” had been declared an existential threat to democracy — that is, a threat to the government itself. What qualified as misinformation was simply anything that differed from the Regime’s narrative. Those who spread it were corrected … or erased.
The roots of this system were ancient. In the old dictatorships of the twentieth century, the state had perfected the art of surveillance disguised as virtue — neighbors reporting neighbors, children betraying parents. The American elite had refined the technique under a new banner: defending democracy.
A pandemic, long ago, had given the government the excuse to close churches and schools, to silence small businesses while protecting vast corporate ones whose loyalty was bought with exemptions and subsidies. Those who questioned the mandates were branded enemies of the state.
In time, dissent of any kind became heresy. To question the official line on gender, on borders, on elections, on morality itself, was to endanger democracy. The slogans remained; chanted over and over out in the streets, in the schools, in the media. That media became the Regime’s mouthpiece, the entertainment industry was its choir, and the people its audience.
Private schools had long since vanished, regulated out of existence. The public schools, cherished by the global elite, became the Regime’s most efficient tool of indoctrination. Lessons once meant to sharpen the mind had been replaced by ritualized belief. Slogans about equity and inclusion hung beside “Pride” flags in every classroom. Even science had been remade in the Regime’s image.
The climate curriculum warned of the planet’s imminent destruction, of melting polar caps and poisoned air … always ten years away. Students learned to repeat the new gospel of carbon and guilt, even as forests were felled to make room for the next solar farm, and expired panels leached their poisons into the soil. Children wrote essays praising the electric future, never knowing the lithium in their batteries had been mined by other children half a world away.
More destructive still was the new “science” of gender. Decades earlier, the Regime’s sympathizers had planted its vocabulary in the language itself. “It’s a boy” and “it’s a girl” disappeared, replaced by the bureaucratic phrasing “assigned male (or female) at birth.” Doctors were urged to leave the question blank on birth certificates, as though sex were a clerical error to be corrected later. The words mother and father were banned; a nursing woman became a lactating person. Millennia of truth were undone by decree, all to pacify a restless minority the Regime found politically useful. They knew that if they could get people to believe one lie, they could get them to believe any lie.
That tide of revision became doctrine during the Great Upheaval. For a time, the Traditionalists seemed to regain control, but they had failed to root out the agents of socialism that infested every institution. They allowed the cancer to exist, to fester, until it once again threatened the body politick. The counterattack came swiftly. When it ended, the Regime stood alone, victorious.
The Regime: When 1984 becomes reality . . . 