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The story below is fiction and written based on the following quote from the book 1984 and tied into today’s current political climate.
The choice for mankind lies between freedom and happiness and for the great bulk of mankind, happiness is better - George Orwell 1984
Setting: A small, industrial town in Michigan, 2025.
In the heart of a rust-belt town, Daniel, a 31-year-old mechanic, tightens bolts on a car that’s seen better days. His hands are calloused, his eyes weary, but his spirit flickers, unyielded. The air hums with the weight of the Trump administration’s “National Unity” initiative, a grand promise unveiled in July 2025. It offers happiness: tax rebates for those who enroll in federal loyalty programs, free job training for compliance with new labor laws, and a shiny app, powered by Palantir’s data empire, that tracks your “contribution to national stability.” The price? Surrender your voice. No protests, no posts on X questioning the regime, no gatherings without permits. Freedom, they say, is a small cost for happiness. And as Orwell warned, for the great bulk of mankind, happiness is better.
Daniel feels the pull. His rent’s overdue, his sister’s medical bills are piling up, and the local factory’s laying off again. The TV blares success stories: families smiling, waving checks from the “Unity Fund,” praising the administration for their newfound comfort. But Daniel sees the cracks. His coworker, Maria, joined the program, got her rebate, but now she’s silent, her X account scrubbed after she criticized the new curfew laws. The app tracks her every move, where she shops, who she calls. Daniel’s tempted, though. He could sign up, ease the pressure, maybe even afford a better life for his kid. But at night, he lies awake, haunted by the thought of a leash around his thoughts, his words, his soul.
Last week, Daniel made a choice. He went to a town hall, one of the last places you could still speak freely, and asked why the “Unity” program needed access to his phone data. The room went quiet. The next day, his boss got a call, some federal “compliance officer” asking about Daniel’s “reliability.” His bank account’s frozen now, flagged for “review.” The app’s algorithm, whispering through Palantir’s servers, marked him as a risk. Not for crimes, but for questions. The boot hovers, ready to stamp out his defiance. Yet Daniel stands at a crossroads. He could comply, trade his freedom for the happiness they dangle—a steady paycheck, a roof, a smile. Or he could resist, cling to his voice, even if it costs him everything. His fate is unwritten, a shadow waiting to take shape.
This isn’t just Daniel’s story. It’s yours. It’s mine. The choice looms for us all, freedom or happiness? The Trump administration’s promises echo on X, in newsfeeds, in the apps we carry: safety, prosperity, unity, if only we bow. But what is happiness without a voice? What is freedom if it leaves you hungry? Daniel’s question is ours, and it burns in the silence of our own hearts. Will you trade your truth for their comfort? Will you stand, like Daniel, at the edge of defiance, knowing the cost? Or will you choose the easier path, the one they’ve paved with promises? The answer isn’t mine to give. It’s yours. And in that choice, there’s hope—a spark that no algorithm, no edict, no boot can crush. Because as long as we can still ask the question, we’re not yet lost.
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