Trapped, 2025

The Oracle watches without blinking and knows without learning. Every step you take is logged, stored, and judged. The only freedom it allows is surrender into its void.There is only one way out: step inside the void...

Congratulations. 
You have been lucky enough to come by the glitch that opens the path to the truth. Yes – you've been deceived all your life. Your parents are not your real parents. Your apartment isn't real. Nothing you know is real.
Are you brave enough to step in and embark on a journey to see it all?

Step inside and be transported to witness the other (inter)face of The Oracle 

The two aims of the Party are to conquer the whole surface of the earth and to extinguish once and for all the possibility of independent thought. The very word ‘war’, therefore, has become misleading. It would probably be accurate to say that by becoming continuous war has ceased to exist.

All history was a palimpsest, scraped clean and reinscribed exactly as often as was necessary. In no case would it have been possible, once the deed was done, to prove that any falsification had taken place.

The new tune which was to be the theme-song of Hate Week (the Hate Song, it was called) had already been composed and was being endlessly plugged on the telescreens. It had a savage, barking rhythm which could not exactly be called music, but resembled the beating of a drum. Roared out by hundreds of voices to the tramp of marching feet, it was terrifying.

A world of fear and treachery and torment, a world of trampling and being trampled upon, a world which will grow not less but MORE merciless as it refines itself. Progress in our world will be progress towards more pain. In our world there will be no emotions except fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement. Everything else we shall destroy—everything.

The horrible thing about the Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but, on the contrary, that it was impossible to avoid joining in. Within thirty seconds any pretence was always unnecessary. A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge-hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one’s will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic.

Big Brother is infallible and all-powerful. Every success, every achievement, every victory, every scientific discovery, all knowledge, all wisdom, all happiness, all virtue, are held to issue directly from his leadership and inspiration. 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. With the development of television, and the technical advance which made it possible to receive and transmit simultaneously on the same instrument, private life came to an end. Every citizen, or at least every citizen important enough to be worth watching, could be kept for twenty-four hours a day under the eyes of the police and in the sound of official propaganda, with all other channels of communication closed.

Everything faded into mist. The past was erased, the erasure was forgotten, the lie became truth. Who controls the past controls the future: who controls the present controls the past.