Two-Thousand Three
It was a bright, cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
Winston sat at home watching television. 'You're watching Big Brother! Don't touch that dial, we'll be back after these messages.' A voice emanated from the screen. 'The Office of Homeland Security reports sweeping Coalition Forces victories in the Mid-East.' Tanks could be seen traversing the desert. 'Soon, Fundamentalist Terrorism will be a thing of the past.' Then, the following messages appeared.