text: [Themes: fan fiction, dystopia]
  
  Your day at work ends, and you don't go home. You go to a pub in the slums. The proles singing and enjoying alcohol being supplied by the Party. The telescreen continues spewing nonsense, and you're wrapped in your own thoughts. What is this? Why is the Party doing this? Should I get out? What will happen to me if I get caught trying to rebel? Should I ask?
  
  Several thoughts run through your mind. but you think that it might be time to cut and run. But you didn't know how. Maybe you could incite a riot, or set a building on fire. Your anger is taking you places you didn't know you could go. You feel like you could throw acid into a child's face if you had to. Your anger takes you home, ready to sit in the corner of the room, away from the telescreen. You think of ways you should resist the Party. Eventually a knock at the door startles you. You answer the door, with a piece of bread in your hand. At the door was that small shop owner. You didn't recognize him at first, but the victorious smirk on his face made you remember.
  
  "Stranger, I came to check up on you. Your productivity today was astounding, especially for someone on the first day on the job. The Party commends you for your efforts. You've got the attention of a few upper-class Outer Party members, they think your energy is doubleplusgood. Looks like you've learned the general way that things are. We wish for your assistance in being an example for those who choose not to see the benevolence of Big Brother."
  
  You've got two immediate options. What if you give it to that old man? Let him know that you don't want to look at his face after taunting you with that book. Or, go deeper into the system. You can see how things are done to those who get caught rebelling, and possibly start a revolution from the inside.
  
  > enter the System
  You agree to follow the old man. The two guards sneer at you, wishing you would've taken the swing. They are itching to beat you, but you have to see this through to the very end. What could they possibly need from you? You've already been labeled a traitor, so why do they need you now? Are they just getting you to move away so that they can put a bullet in your head? You sweat profusely, but keep a straight face. You don't want to show fear here, since that is when they begin to focus on YOU. The old man leads you to the Ministry of Love, and inside, you are given a choice.
  
  "Listen, I'll cut the short."
  
  The old an breaks the wall of silence while the cops behind you move away.
  
  "Do you want to do this country a favor? We've realized that brutality is sometimes the only way to clean a mess like this."
  
  You already have the answer prepped and ready to go, but before you can answer, the man speaks once more.
  
  "We could use a sadist like you. Your kind are filth, but we think we can mold you into the proper civilian if you deal the orders.
  
  "You can kill whoever you'd like, whenever, for any reason. Keep it within the boundaries of reason, though."
  
  Boundaries of reason? This man is beyond reason, but he's giving you an option to slowly kill off some of the most loyal members of the Party. You agree.
  
  "Well, it's settled, then. Read up on some laws, and at least make it look like you've doing this for the good of the Party."
  
  You buy as many books as possible, and try to think of as many loopholes to these idiotic laws as you can. That man expects you to kill proles, and people who are against the Party. However, you are after the highest members of the Party, given that they aren't extremely important.
  
  > Cruel and Unusual Punishment
  After several days as an executioner, you target as many people as you can. You've been killing off several people, but gradually began killing off anyone who got in your way including people who rebel against the party. The killing has numbed you, yet you also feel joy from cleansing the world of whoever walks into your line of sight. You have the eyes of a killer, and the old man respects your views.
  
  "There's someone here to see you."
  
  The old man appears behind you, as you sit behind the multiple screens that monitor the inmates.
  
  Who could that be? You're sure that you've gained a bad reputation by the rest of the staff, as well as being known from outside of the Ministry. You take a look. All of the screens are empty, except for one. Syme was on the screen. The screen flickered, and he was looking directly at the screen.
  
  "I know what you're thinking, but let's just get on with the reintegration."
  
  You look at the documents, and find his file. He isn't due for reintegration, but for vaporization.
  
  You look at Syme. He was always too smart for his own good. Maybe it'll be good to get him away from this place. You look at his face. He's so tired. He needs to rest. You decide to put him to rest. You send a guard to the room and tell Syme to get on his knees. You instructed the guard to shoot Syme in the back of the head randomly while you speak to him, so that he doesn't see it coming.
  
  You ask Syme if he's doing alright.
  
  "I'm doing very well. I guess. I just want this to be over with."
  
  You tell Syme that everything wiill be alright. You tell him that he is going to get back to society, and he'll keep doing what he loved.
  
  "That's good to hear, friend. I know you'll keep my safe. I know I'm in good ha-"
  
  The pistol went off. You didn't see the guard on the telescreen. Syme slumped over, with a pool of blood accumulating under the telescreen. You switch off the telescreen.
  
  Just another day as the executioner.
  
  > Aftermath
  Executioner Report
  
  Subject: Syme
  
  Status: Unperson
  
  Additional Notes: Executioner issued raise in payment
  
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