• The floorboard in the passenger seat
• is flooding with the paperwork
• from all the jobs
• I failed to keep.
• Vacant packs of cigarettes
• strewn, destroyed and unclean.

• Hairbrush, toothbrush
• skin of my teeth,
• hateful uniform underneath.

• this ain't my car
• this ain't my home

• The floorboard in the passenger seat
• is flooding with receipts,
• Zero in the bank,
• drained the E.B.T. -
• dead vapes and dirty clothes,
• I'll never be clean again.

• An unloaded gun rests in the hand
• of the couch crasher,
• of the dream smasher,
• Can't even sell it -
• can't even, I can't even

I work, a mere husk inhabited by the will of another.

For 99 years I have been living this nightmare.

I have no memory of my real self. I just know to answer the phone.

No hunger. No thirst, no joy, no will.

You just work, work, work.

But you can still be bored. The crushing weight of this indefinite labour.

For 99 years I have been answering calls.

Just one last day and, when I am 100, I get to die. That's how it works here. Once you turn 100, you die. And that's it.

Finally I will be free.

I welcome this release.

But the universe has other plans. I wake up from a bed.

Memories come flooding back to me. Who I am, where I was...

I was in a synthetic reality. I remember my real life. I am not 100 years old, I am 24! I don't work in a telecom centre, I was going to go to college! I had friends, I had a family, I had things to live for!

A soft beep rings in my head. I look up.

"His 1 hour is up, put him back in for another 100 years"

"Yes boss"

"We need more clerks, so put him in Capital City. And don't bother me again today, I was taking the yacht out when you called."

"Yes Mr. Zuckerberg"

I drift into unconsciousness as a sedative is pumped into my arm.

I am a clerk in a city hall. I work, a mere husk inhabited by the will of another.

What does everyone think of this article?

I'm interested in what she is saying here.

Join my writing Discord.

Must state whether you want to join or not; I won't just leave the invite link out for anyone to join.

kthnxbai

Just floating the idea around.

I'm thinking of writing a web novel, but it's not communist (so don't feel compelled to write about communist plots or shit all day).

Fictional, btw.

In prose fiction specifically, as it's sort of a given for a lot of poetry. Thinking things like "Ulysses" by James Joyce, although to a lesser extent. It seems like a lot of the writing advice I get for fiction I work on is to simplify it or that my wording is a tad confusing, but I think I just like to write that way. Not give readers a headache per se, but I like the concept of bleeding ideas into one another and leading people to really think about what they're reading. Idk. I feel like there's been sort of a push for simplification of prose where the more direct and literal your writing, the "stronger" it is, and relying on metaphor and allegory is considered "weaker" writing. Using a word with more than two syllables in it may be considered tryhard or superfluous. What do you think?

For starters, the book should be criticizing George Orwell's love for Emmanuel Goldstein / Snowball aka Leon Trotsky, the Juan Guaidó / Fethullah Gülen / Hamid Karzai / Volodymyr Elensky / insert any other handpicked US puppet leader of Russia.

Alternative book title

Black mirror animal farm nineteen eighty-four

What the story needs to contain at least

2022

The story takes place in 2022.
This way we can hit closest to home,
as the technology described in the book will likely
resemble this year the most.

Telescreens

We Show a certain political leader having appeared on a telescreen delivering an innumerous amount of propaganda demanding people to support his war.

Neville Jones feels like he has a hard time voicing his opinions

Neville Jones, born in 1984, is a disgruntled landlord who lost his factory/farm and slave laborers.
Gabriel Goldstone would have promised Jones that he would not have to pay taxes.

Insane hatred against "Eurasia"

As if we've always been at war with them.

"Eurasia" seems no different

It's liberal as well.

Cameras everywhere in London, but not so much outside of the city

Cameras speak to Winston with an American accent, making Winston think that it's clearly ~~the Anglo-Americans~~ the liberal left of The West puppeteered by George Soros and Klaus Schwab that are controlling his country.

Characters

Neville Jones (Winston Smith)

Some Brit liking himself to Winston Churchill.

In the eyes of Neville Jones, Joseph Brother is Joseph Stalin reincarnated.
He also thinks Joe Biden and Xi Jinping are in cahoots with each other.

Completely deluded, he interprets O’Brien's reveal of being a member of Sinn Féin and long rant about how the Irish have been suppressed for centuries as a “They got me long ago.”
He's just like Joseph Brother who's got Irish blood as well after all.

Joseph (Big) Brother (Big Brother)

Mixture of Joseph Biden and other liberal leaders
Born in 1948.

Gabrielle Gladstone (Emmanuel Goldstein)

Mixture of Marjorie Taylor Greene / Leon Trotsky / Donald Trump / Volodymyr Elensky / Marine Le Pen

Grandfather changed his name from Goldstein to Gladstone.
Her middle name is Johnson as her mother wanted to have a boy.

Self-proclaimed incapable of being racist because she's Jewish.

Nicknamed "Grabby Gabby" after a recorded talk where Gladstone talks about how to "grab them [the poor] by their loins, just grab them, feel them up if you have to."

Unable to make many friends and allies,
but is a great orator and has lots of energy.
Wears extremely expensive dresses often adorned with diamonds and rhinestones with her surname on it.

Born in 1984.

Flannan O'Mullery (O’Brien)

A politician of the same group Smith belongs to that's secretly a member of Sinn Féin.