I write a new ending for Orwell’s 1984

I write a new ending to Orwell’s 1984

O’Brien’s dream

by Jon Rappoport

October 14, 2016

(To read about Jon’s mega-collection, Power Outside The Matrix, click here.)

“Money can buy you immortality, according to the Russian internet multi-millionaire who is ploughing a fortune into a project to create a human that never dies. Web entrepreneur Dmitry Itskov is behind the ‘2045 Initiative’, an ambitious experiment to bring about immortality within the next 30 years by creating a robot capable of storing human personalities. The group of neuroscientists, robot builders and consciousness researchers say they can create an android that is capable of uploading someone’s personality. Mr Itskov, who has made a reported £1bn from his Moscow-based news publishing company, is the project’s financial backer. ‘Different scientists call it uploading or they call it mind transfer. I prefer to call it personality transfer’ – Dmitry Itskov.” (The Telegraph, 3/13/16)

Winston Smith, the hero of Orwell’s 1984, has just been arrested for crimes against the State. Sitting in his cell, he watches as a familiar figure steps through the door. It’s O’Brien, the man he thought was his friend. But O’Brien is an undercover agent of the Party, and the Party rules all.

O’Brien: Don’t worry, Smith, I’m not here to wring a confession out of you or torture you. We’ve updated our methods. We have new technology. We can preserve the life and essence of every human now. This is our mission: to save, to improve, to transform.

Smith: What are you going to do?

O’Brien: We’re going to take your essence, your personality, which is your brain, and we’re going to transplant it into a new body, an artificial construct. Some people would call that a robot, but it’s really an advanced bio-machine. It’s programmed to operate correctly in the new society.

Smith: Operate correctly?

O’Brien: In other words, those choices your brain might make which are counter to the purposes of the Party…those choices will be nullified by the bio-machine.

Smith: So I’ll live on, but without freedom.

O’Brien: Exactly. You’ll be you, but you’ll be integrated with the collective. That’s our sales pitch.

Smith: Suppose my brain isn’t my essence or my personality?

O’Brien: Oh, we know you’re more than your brain. We know every human has dimensions of consciousness and power the brain can’t touch. We don’t publicize that fact. It’s a State secret. But we SAY your brain is you. We promote the idea.

Smith: But you can control my brain.

O’Brien: Correct. Your brain is a processing center, so to speak, and we can monitor what it does and stop it from acting in ways we consider harmful.

Smith: What makes you think I’ll be there at all after you take out my brain and put it in a bio-machine?

O’Brien: You won’t be there. We know you won’t be. But we say you will. It’s another aspect of our State propaganda. It eases people’s fears. We assure them they’ll live on. We tell them they and their brains are the same thing, if you follow my meaning.

Smith: And they buy that idea?

O’Brien: Of course. They’re not very thoughtful. If we said the individual and his consciousness were more than the brain, people would be confused. So we stick to the basics.

Smith: There are people who actually believe they will live on because you take their brains out of their bodies and install them in a bio-machine?

O’Brien: They do believe it, trust me. Getting them to believe it took many years and a great deal of scientific gibberish. Anyway, you’ll lie down on a table, we’ll anesthetize you, remove your brain, transfer it to a bio-machine that looks like you, and then activate the brain. A new version of Winston Smith will stand up and go about his life. Except now, instead of being a rebel, he’ll be a member of the Party, loyal and trustworthy. And you? You’ll be gone. Who knows where?

Smith: Suppose you transferred my brain but didn’t put a monitor and limiter on it? What would happen then?

O’Brien: The bio-machine would more or less act like you—the rebel. It wouldn’t be you, of course, but it would be a reasonable facsimile. An imitation, you might say. With far less imagination.

Smith: I’m me.

O’Brien: We know that. We know you’re beyond your brain, which is to say, you’re beyond any form of matter. But we don’t care. We only care about creating an imitation of you.

Smith: And that imitation would walk around and interact with other imitations you’ve created.

O’Brien: This is a long-range project. Eventually, we’ll transfer the brains of everyone—excluding high Party officials—into bio-machines.

Smith: And you’ll call this immortality.

O’Brien: That’s right. We’ll call it immortality, freedom, health, well-being, happiness. We’ll call it whatever we want to.

Smith: And the scientists who are working on this project?

O’Brien: They’re high-IQ idiots. They believe the individual is nothing more than a series of patterns. Patterns of thought and action. They believe freedom is a fiction. They believe consciousness independent of the brain is a fiction. Again, those of us in the Party who are in positions of influence—we know the truth. But we keep it to ourselves.

Smith: Why are you admitting this to me?

O’Brien: Because I like you. I consider you a friend. I could have ended up like you. But I saw which way the wind was blowing, and I joined the Party.

Smith: You’re a murderer.

O’Brien: Would you expect anything less?

Smith: I guess not.

O’Brien: Those of us in the core of the Party are the greatest secret society the world has ever known. Why? Because we understand that The Individual is not made out of matter at all—and yet we operate as though he is nothing more than a small amount of matter inside his skull. Do you see?

Smith: You make robots.

O’Brien: All right, if you want to put it that way.

Smith: I’ll never learn to love Big Brother and the State.

O’Brien: That’s what our algorithms tell us.

Smith: Whatever you do to me on the operating table, whatever you do to my brain, I’ll still exist afterwards, but I won’t be anywhere near my brain. I’ll be gone.

O’Brien: That is our assumption as well. But wherever you go, whatever you do, it won’t affect us. We’ll carry on. Our empire is the physical world.

Smith: I see a massive crack-up coming in your world. Robots going crazy. Machines fighting other machines. They’ll be unconscious, but they’ll leap outside your control.

O’Brien: What makes you say that?

Smith: Intuition. The robots will come after you. You won’t be able to stop them. You’ll be running Earth like a giant mental ward. Those operations always go haywire. They’ll destroy you…Then we’ll come back. We’ll pick up the pieces.

O’Brien: Maybe so. I won’t be here to see it.

Smith: You may not be here, but wherever you are, I have a feeling you’ll see it. And we’ll recognize you.

O’Brien: It’s all academic.

Smith: No. When we recognize you, you’ll experience the most real thing that’s ever happened to you.

O’Brien: So the war is never over?

Smith: It’s over when we win.

power outside the matrix

O’Brien woke up in a sweat. He was lying in the dark. He got up from his cot and searched for a light switch. He couldn’t find one. He felt the walls of the room. They were blocks of stone. High above his head, he saw a skylight. The glow beyond it was faint.

Where was he? What was the date?

“This is ridiculous,” he said. “What is this place? I’m just a neuroscientist working for the National Institutes of Health. I’m not O’Brien. This isn’t 1984. I want to achieve immortality for human beings. I just want to transfer their brains into artificial bodies, for their own good. What’s wrong with that? I’m a humanitarian. The government sponsors my research. I’m a doctor. I help people.”

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at NoMoreFakeNews.com or OutsideTheRealityMachine.

7 comments on “I write a new ending for Orwell’s 1984

  1. marlene says:

    The only “immortality” the 1% will get will be their nefarious notoriety in the annals of history and their shock when they find themselves unable to fit through “the eye of a needle” in God’s judgment.

  2. Oliver K. Manuel says:

    Too late.

    Yesterday, on my 80th birthday, a new report was accepted for publication that shows life is a natural product of the solar energy, solar wind, solar neutrinos, and solar cosmic rays that bath Earth in waste products from the pulsar-centered Sun.

    The Sun made all our elements and birthed the solar system five billion years (5 Ga) ago. The report that the Sun gravitationally holds planets in orbit and bathes them with waste products that sustained the origin and evolution of all life on Earth was accepted for publication on 13 Oct 2016.

    The sloping error in the cornerstone of post-Modern Physics was published earlier this year in the three different journals or conference proceedings cited as (Manuel, 2016 a,b,d). No scientist or editor of any research journal can realistically claim to be unable to grasp the error in using a sloping baseline to define the nuclear energy that powers the Sun and the cosmos.

  3. Patricia says:

    You can get a new report on anything. Cheer up. I never worry about science because the people who are involved in it generally are as greedy and fictitious as the rest of the control freaks. Peace, love and light to you.

  4. Another great literary masterpiece, Jon…

    I would like to reappraise Tesla’s similarly conceived quote.

    “Deep thought may impair clarity of vision”

    For some time now, I have racked my brains as to why “they” allow this giant beast, the internet, to flourish “uncultivated” and then reasoning “clicked”. It was a eureka moment.

    They knew how effective secret militias were through experiences learned from the old days of communism, particular in the “so-called” East Block. Rebellious people formed hidden community groups (not dissimilar to the US KKK). They were on first name terms with each other, close nit in some ways, refracted in others, but all identified with a common cause “til death”, if necessary.

    Now the game has shifted to the internet with millions of nameless, faceless strangers that have no ambition beyond perpetually whining like babies. This new breed of activist has no real community, parasitic values and an absence of scruples. They (the elites) pulled a massive coup with the internet because they galvanised “The Brave New World”.


  5. Louis Foussard says:

    Superb, Jon. Thanks!

  6. J Pallyswine says:

    David Rockefeller is over 101 yrs old. The MSM never mentions him nor even the word Rockefeller.

  7. Sabell says:

    That was a fun ending. “It’s over when we win” echo the last words of Smith on the stone block walls. and O’Brien grasps at tufts of hair, whirling, gasping, and groping wide-eyed, “..for their own good… [it’s for their own good, for their own good… I did it for them!] ..I’m a humanitarian. The government sponsors my research. I’m a doctor. I help people.” And the camera pans to fading into the dim light up above.. blip.

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