Comrade Hayes was going home at last, away from Oceania and it's muckery of Ingsoc, away from the Ministries and their falseries, and away from Telescreens and his excuse of a job.

June, 1984, Hayes had found something that would never be repeated to his command, much less Big Brother, for though he was always watching, he was very rarely listening. A Spy had rooted out a traitor, a neighbor from far and away who had been sent on a supposed rescue mission. Hayes, good at his job, listened to the captive rant until he was vaporized, but even an officer knows when he ought not to share in the ordeal.

7869 Hayes D had come to Essex at request of on 6031 Jones D who had recommended his talents to Oceania Ministry Officials, and was promptly sent to London, base of operations. He fell under the highest order, Thought Police, and spent oncoming years watching and vaporizing anyone who thought wrongly, deeply, or for too long. These were the things that he would be killed for, wiped from history due to, be it not that he was an enforcer.

It was a backwards and confusing society that had swallowed Hayes whole, restricting his escape and plunging him headlong into new thinking, new language and new rules. No surprise that a 'traitor' would be rooted out because of his inability to understand Newspeak aptly. That was a doubleplusungood in the Party's book, but even Hayes got confused by it at times. Newspeak, the only language that shrank by year, permitting easier vocalization and understanding with less thought.

The prisoner had riled in contempt as Hayes had arrested him. And in the five night-lit hours he had been in custody, he had offered more than just a glance on what now existed out of Big Brother's sight, out of mind, and out of touch. In Oldspeak, he spoke of freedom, peace without war, where kindness and duty of life and kin brought people strength. Hayes, in his Newspeak version, decided that as soon as he could manage, Oceania would be free of 7869 Hayes D.