Who is really watching us?

Discussion in 'Big Brother 3: The Mods Strike Back' started by Darth-Seldon, Sep 13, 2004.

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Who is really watching us?

Poll closed Mar 25, 2012.
BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU 1 vote(s) 3.3%
HAL 2 vote(s) 6.7%
Sifo-Dyas 2 vote(s) 6.7%
RMC is watching 24/7 waiting for us to break the rules 0 vote(s) 0.0%
Dash is eating his popcorn enjoying the fact that he locked all of the people he can't stand in one 11 vote(s) 36.7%
The United States Government. In keeping with the Patriot Act 5 vote(s) 16.7%
Anakin 9 vote(s) 30.0%
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  1. Darth-Seldon Force Ghost

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    May 17, 2003
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  2. Darth-Seldon Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    May 17, 2003
    star 6
    1984 by George Orwell
    (I found this on another website.)

    Part One

    Chapter 1

    It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.

    The hallway smelt of boiled cabbage and old rag mats. At one end of it a coloured poster, too large for indoor display, had been tacked to the wall. It depicted simply an enormous face, more than a metre wide: the face of a man of about forty-five, with a heavy black moustache and ruggedly handsome features. Winston made for the stairs. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was seldom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours. It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.

    Inside the flat a fruity voice was reading out a list of figures which had something to do with the production of pig-iron. The voice came from an oblong metal plaque like a dulled mirror which formed part of the surface of the right-hand wall. Winston turned a switch and the voice sank somewhat, though the words were still distinguishable. The instrument (the telescreen, it was called) could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely. He moved over to the window: a smallish, frail figure, the meagreness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the party. His hair was very fair, his face naturally sanguine, his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor blades and the cold of the winter that had just ended.

    Outside, even through the shut window-pane, the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no colour in anything, except the posters that were plastered everywhere. The blackmoustachio'd face gazed down from every commanding corner. There was one on the house-front immediately opposite. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption said, while the dark eyes looked deep into Winston's own. Down at streetlevel another poster, torn at one corner, flapped fitfully in the wind, alternately covering and uncovering the single word INGSOC. In the far distance a helicopter skimmed down between the roofs, hovered for an instant like a bluebottle, and darted away again with a curving flight. It was the police patrol, snooping into people's windows. The patrols did not matter, however. Only the Thought Police mattered.

    Behind Winston's back the voice from the telescreen was still babbling away about pig-iron and the overfulfilment of the Ninth Three-Year Plan. The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously. Any sound that Winston made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it, moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live -- did live, from habit that became instinct -- in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized.

    Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. It was safer,
  3. StarWars_Revelation Jedi Grand Master

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    Aug 5, 2001
    star 5
    Where's the "No one" option?
  4. Jjanda_Solo Force Ghost

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    Feb 19, 2001
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    If we wanted to read 1984 we'd go to a library or bookstore. Or if you wanted us to read it online you could post a link. I think you're mostly wasting space by pasting it here.

    k thx bye
  5. EagleIFilms Jedi Grand Master

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    Apr 6, 2001
    star 5
    Dude just posted Chapter 1 of 1984?

    That's it. He goes next.
  6. DarthAttorney Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Nov 8, 2000
    star 6
    I can't believe you typed that.

    I agree with SW_R, clearly nobody is watching.

    //removes pants....
  7. KaineDamo Jedi Youngling

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    Mar 6, 2002
    star 5
    Posting chapters of 1984 is never a waste of space.

    Quite simply, 1984 is one of the greatest books ever written. Every human being on the planet should read it.
  8. Darth-Seldon Force Ghost

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    May 17, 2003
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    There is no set amount of space which the net allows. It is really infinite so how could I waste it? I did not type it. It is copied and pasted from another site.

    -Seldon
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