Winston’s finger hovered over the keyboard. Outside, the sirens of London wailed, announcing the start of Hate Week.
The prompt on his terminal blinked: EXECUTE SYNTHESIS? [Y/N] File: Orwell.Ignorance.is.Strength.Ep.Three.Syn...
The screen didn't flicker; it pulsed. Winston Smith 7-B sat in the dim light of his cubicle at the Ministry of Truth, staring at the file labeled Winston’s finger hovered over the keyboard
