INQUISITOR: Sorry to disturb you, sir. Reality Control.
‘Who controls the past,’ ran the Party slogan, ‘controls the future: who controls the present controls the past.’ […] It was quite simple. […] ‘Reality control’, they called it.
INQUISITOR: Your life and all memory of you will be wiped from history.
KRYTEN: Best guess: we are being surgically removed from time. Every memory of us, every action we ever performed is being dissolved. Our lives are being undone.
Posterity will never hear of you. You will be lifted clean out from the stream of history. […] Nothing will remain of you: not a name in a register, not a memory in a living brain. You will be annihilated in the past as well as in the future. You will never have existed.
KRYTEN: “Be a government informer. Betray your family & friends. Fabulous prizes to be won.”
“Who denounced you?” said Winston.
“It was my little daughter,” said Parsons with a sort of doleful pride. “She listened at the keyhole. Heard what I was saying, and nipped off to the patrols the very next day. Pretty smart for a nipper of seven, eh? I don’t bear her any grudge for it. In fact I’m proud of her. It shows I brought her up in the right spirit anyway.”
LISTER: Remind me a little. What do we do at the Ministry of Alteration?
One did not know what happened inside the Ministry of Love, but it was possible to guess: tortures, drugs, delicate instruments that registered your nervous reactions, gradual wearing-down by sleeplessness and solitude and persistent questioning.
The Ministry of Peace concerns itself with war, […] the Ministry of Love with torture.
COP: You…change people, sir.
LISTER: In what way?
COP: You change them from being alive people to being dead people.
We do not merely destroy our enemies; we change them.
To quote Thomas Pynchon, “Orwellian, dude!”