In an act of pure defiance, televisions at HUD’s central office in Washington, D.C., were hijacked, broadcasting an AI-generated nightmare for the regime. The Chairman, on his knees, worshiping Vail’s feet, a grotesque display of submission, looped endlessly while bewildered staff scrambled to shut it down. Above it, emblazoned in bright letters: LONG LIVE THE REAL KING.
The Ministry of Truth was born in plain sight. It started with a simple announcement—the Chairman’s administration would handpick which media outlets could participate in the presidential press pool. They called it “restoring power to the American people,” but in reality, it was a purge. Critics were silenced, dissenting voices erased. What remained was a hollowed-out press corps, filled with loyalists repeating scripted lines. The illusion of journalism persisted, but the truth had been excised.
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The truth was never hidden, just ignored. America was never a land of equal opportunity, never a fair fight. It was built on extraction, on stolen land, on exploited labor. The so-called Founding Fathers were not visionaries—they were profiteers, carving up a continent for themselves and their heirs, writing laws that would ensure power never left their bloodlines. The dream they sold was a lie, but an easy one, easier than the hard truth that the system was never meant to work for the people.
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It had been buried beneath old receipts and broken cables, forgotten in the back of Alex’s desk drawer. She almost tossed it aside, just another piece of junk left behind in a world that no longer existed. But something stopped her. A whisper in the back of her mind. A ghost of his voice.
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People weren’t afraid. They were asleep. The Chairman’s rule wasn’t about brute force; it was about exhaustion, apathy, and distraction. Every day, a new outrage. Every week, a new enemy. And people adjusted. They stopped expecting things to make sense. By the time they realized what had happened, it was too late—easier to just go back to sleep.
