June 1, 1986 ~ 3:30 PM PDT ~ BTTF Universe

'This book is so depressing!' Marty complained to his girlfriend, Jennifer.

'Well, I think this book is rather interesting,' protested Jennifer.

'You have got to be kidding!' exclaimed Marty.

The book in question was George Orwell's dystopian novel, 1984. It was required reading for History class. Marty had had several nightmares over the book.

~~~~~

'What are we going to do with kids, not that school is almost out?' asked Clara.

'Well, we could always look into day camps,' replied Clara. 'However, I think we should just them enjoy the summer. They're good kids.'

Just then, the doorbell rang. It was Marty and Jennifer.

'So what brings you two over here?' asked Doc, as they were walking to the living room.

'I thought thought the kids would be happy to see us,' explained Marty.

'But what about me?' exclaimed Doc, feigning hurt feelings.

'Oh, I think you know the answer to that one,' replied Marty, with a smile.

'Well, the kids are the roller rink right now,' explained Doc, 'so they won't be home until six.'

'Well, then I guess we'll spend some time with you,' Marty answered.

Jennifer nodded her head in agreement.

'So how is school going for you two?' asked Doc.

'Well, we're forced to read this dispressing book for History class,' grumbled Marty, holding up his copy of Orwell's 1984.

'Well, I find that book to be interesting!' Jennifer protested.

'Ah, yes, I remember when I first read that book. 1984 seemed so far away,' Doc mused. 'Now it's hard to believe that the year has already come and gone.'

'Yeah, and the real 1984 is nothing like the 1984 portrayed in the book!' replied Marty.

'I think it's rather interesting to see how someone from 1948 had envisioned 1984 to be,' said Jennifer.

Just then the doorbell rang again.

Chapter Two

June 1, 1986 ~ 4:00 PM PDT ~ BTTF Universe

At the door stood another Doc, six other adults, a boy the age of Marty and Jennifer, and two kids the ages of Juiles and Verne.

'Great scott!' gasped Doc. 'Where did you guys come from?'

'Why don't we go into the living room?' suggested the second Doc. 'It's a rather long explanation.'

~~~~~

In the living room, the second Doc explained where they came from.

'You see,' explained the second Doc, 'We were in the clock tower, and suddenly, some portal brought us into this world. We spent a few days observing this world. I must say, this world is far advanced from the world we came from.'

'What is the world you came from like?' asked Marty.

'Well, in our world, the United States no longer exists,' explained the second Doc. 'We are now a part of some great superstate called Oceania, and our leader is someone called Big Brother - if he is a real person. Humanity is divided into three classes. The highest class is called the Inner Party, then there's the Outer Party, then there are the Proles. I am a Prole.'

'The Outer Party is always under surveillance,' added someone named John. 'Loretta and I had escaped from Sacramento, and came over to Hill Valley, where only the Proles lived. There was member of the Thought Police here named Biff Tannen - but we took care of him!

'Great scott!' replied Doc. 'Let me guess. The Party members are watched on by some device called the telescreens - which also spreads propaganda to all the Party Members - and only the Inner Party members can turn their telescreens off, right?'

'Yes, yes, you're right!' replied Todd, the teen. 'How did you know that?'

'Well, you see,' explained Jennifer, 'In our world, some author pen-named George Orwell had written a book about your world, called 1984.'

'So you mean to say that, in this world, we're just charactors in the storybook?' exclaimed Loretta. 'What could be so interesting about our world, that someone from this world would write a book about it?'

'Well, you're not quite charactors in that book,' replied Jennifer. 'The book does not mention any of you - or anyone from California, for that matter. The book focusus on someone from what you call Airstrip One named Winston Smith, and her love relationship with a woman named Julia. I suppose you've never heard of either, have you.'

'I can't say that I have,' replied Todd.

Everyone else nodded their heads in agreement.

Then Doc asked, 'If you don't mind me asking, what day is it in your world. I mean, what day did you leave your world?'

The second Doc replied, 'I believe it was June 1, 1986.'

'Great scott!' gasped Doc. 'That's the day it is today. So I guess the events that took place in Orwell's book only happened two years ago, in your world.'

'Apparently so,' replied the second Doc.

'So what do you want us to do?' asked Marty. 'There is absolutely no way I am coming into your world.'

'Now, Marty,' scolded Doc. 'We mustn't be selfish. These people obviously need our help.'

'But how they expect us to help?' protested Marty. 'I mean, what do they expect us to do? We're only human!'

Then Clara had an idea. 'Hey, remember that potion you made last year, Emmett?'

Doc had to think for a minute, then he remembered. 'Oh, yeah! You mean the one that Verne had guzzled down last year, and was super-strong for a month?'

'Yeah, that one,' replied Clara.

'Great scott!' exclaimed Doc. 'That could the perfect way for us to take down Big Brother and the Thought Police!'

Everyone cheered in excitement.

Okay, that's it for now. Let me know what you think - and feel free to come up with any suggestions. If it's good enough, I'll submit it to FanFiction.net.

Chapter Three

June 1, 1986 ~ 6:15 PM PDT ~ BTTF Universe

Jules and Verne had just returned from the roller rink about 15 minutes ago, and were playing with Brian and Jason ~ who were the sons of the second Doc and his wife, Nancy. Brian and Jason were very very fascinated at all the things that this world had to offer, including soda pop and video games - and pizza. Doc had just ordered five large pizzas from Pizza Hut for everyone.

'This pizza is good,' remarked Todd. 'I've never eaten pizza before. I think I would like to stay in this world.'

'We would, too!' Brian and Jason chimed in, simultaneously.

'I'm afraid we can't,' the second Doc told them. 'I mean, we don't belong in this world. Besides, these guys have offered to help us defeat Big Brother.'

'Really?' asked Brian, wide-eyed.

'Why can't I help feeling specta-specita-scepita...' asked Jason.

'Sceptical?' offered the second Doc, helpfully.

'Yeah,' replied Jason.

'Don't worry, boys!' assured Nancy. 'There are things in this world that can help us defeat Big Brother!'

'We have some cots for you all to sleep on,' Doc told everyone. 'Then, tomorrow, the four young one will be staying at George and Lorraine McFly's house ~ while the rest of us go to your world, and conquer Big Brother! Got it, everyone?'

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement.

'I can't believe that the young ones watch so much television,' remarked John. 'I mean, I'm rather scared of the television. I'm scared that the Thought Police may be watching us.'

'Don't worry,' Doc told John. 'We have no Thought Police here, and nobody can watch us through the televisions. They don't operate like the telescreens in your world.'

'I still can't believe that Orwell's dystopian world exists in an alternate reality,' remarked Marty. 'I mean, this is heavy!'

'I don't see what weight has to do with it!' replied the second Doc.

Doc chuckled at his counterpart's remark. 'That's the same thing I said when Marty used that expression in 1955,' explained Doc. 'It's some '80s' slang - well, slang from OUR '80s.'

Tomorrow, I can submit this story to FanFiction.net - and I think I'll post this all as one chapter. This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic story. If anyone wants to help me write the story, that would be nice.

Welcome to the board bttf44! :)

Thanks for posting your fanfiction. I haven't read 1984 yet so I won't read this fanfic until I do so. Then I will read it and give my opinon on it. I hope it does well at fanfiction.net

Hi Bttf44. You've taken on a tough challenge there, mixing a book like 1984 (one of my favourite books) which is multilayerd and highly political, with BTTF (my favourite film!) which is a lighthearted science fiction comedy. Language for starters is always going to be difficult.
If you would like constructive critism, can I ask a question;

What brought you to the decision that Doc should be a prole? From my understanding of the novel, Proles are happy because they are normal, average people, living their day to day lives, doing normal things and are not particularly under the thumb of Big Brother so never feel things are quite bad enough to revolt.
Surely Doc is more likely to be a member of the Outer Party with his intelligence, or, more likely, Inner Party?
He's exactly the type though that would be watched most closely by Big Brother, due to his personality. Wouldn't he be in fear then of being turned in by his own children (if he hadn't yet been 'discovered' using ThoughtCrime by then) yet they seem to love & respect him in your story, which would be very unusual in Orwell's 1984.

Sorry if I am being picky but you did ask for opinions! :) I hope that's okay?

Well done for being brave and giving it a go!

Thanks, guys! ;) Actually, LPK, I did think about that for awhile. Since Orwell started writing the book in 1945, that's probably around the time period (between 1945 and 1948) that Orwell's world would start to divert from our own. If Doc was an Outer Party member, he would be closely watched at all times - and I don't think he would be an Inner Party member, without being brainwashed in some way or another. So, in order to make the story work, I decided that it would be best for Doc to be a Prole. We could say that, during the atomic wars of the 1950s, Doc decided to remain inconspicuous - because he somehow guessed that the world would be turning for the worse. So the Thought Police never caught onto Doc's intelligence. Of course, Biff Tannen, knowing him as the bully he is - I figured he would be the perfect Thought Police member. As for the children, I figured it was only the Party children that would be trained to be spies, not the Prole children.

Just to let you know, the story now opens up on May 24 - instead of June 1.

Chapter Two

May 25, 1986
9:10 AM PDT
BTTF Universe

The two Docs were out in the lab, fixing up the potion.

'Are you sure this potion is going to work?' inquired Doc 2.

'I have no doubt about it,' replied Doc. 'I found out about that last year, when Verne had drunk it. A pint for each of you should easily do the trick.'

ooooo

Doc rang the doorbell of the McFly's house.

'Well, hello, Dr. Brown!' Lorraine greeted. 'Who are the other two children?'

'Oh, uhm, they're my neices. My brother and I have some business to attend to. So I was wondering if you could watch the kids for a few hours.'

'Oh, sure, no problem!' replied Lorraine. 'I still cannot believe that my youngest kid is almost grown up. I miss having small children in the house.'

'Well, Marty will always be your kid,' replied Doc, with as smile.

'Yeah, that's true,' agreed Lorraine. 'Still, he is almost about to graduate - and then he plans to attend college this fall. I'll really miss him.'

'Yeah, I understand,' Doc said, softly.

Then Doc brought Brian and Jason into the living room, and told them, 'Now, remember kids, Mr. and Mrs. McFly do not know about our secret - so please don't mention anything about the world you came from to them, okay?'

'I understand,' Brian and Jason replied in unison.

'Now, behave yourself - and mind Mr. and Mrs. McFly,' Doc told all four of the kids.

Then Marty walked into the living room, dressed up in grey sweatpants and a grey tee-shirt. 'Is this inconspicious enough, Doc?' Marty asked.

'Perfect,' replied Doc. 'Now drink this.'

'This doesn't taste bad, does it?' Marty asked, uncertain.

'No, it tastes just ike Pepsi,' Doc told him.

Then Marty guzzled down the potion. 'Suddenly I feel strong,' Marty replied.

'Good!' replied Doc. 'That means the potionnis working. Now, according to my calculations, my counterpart and the group left their world at 1:30 on May 24 - so we should be arriving back in the world a second later.'

'So, how long are we going to be in the world?' asked Marty.

'Well, I hope no longer than a month,' answered Doc. 'Apparently everyone in Orwell's version of Hill Valley looks up to my counterpart - so we should have no problem getting all the Hill Valley residents of that world to co-operate with us. Then we'll head to Sacremental. First, we'll head on over to the Ministry of Truth, and sack up all the members of the Thought Police - and then hijack, I mean borrow, the telescreen. Maybe pretend to be a spokesperson for Big Brother, and tell everyone that the Thought Police have been badly representing Big Brother - and that Big Brother really wants freedom, peace, and prosperity for all.'

'Can I bring my tapes along?' asked Marty. 'I mean, we should maybe introduce the Orwell residents to some good rock and roll music - instead of this pathetic excuse for music that was churned out by the vercificator.'

Doc thought for a moment. 'Yeah, I suppose you can. I mean, I can't expect you to talk the whole while, so maybe you could try introducing them to the music of this world. You and Jennifer can take turns operating the telescreens - while the rest of us break the thought criminals out of the Ministry of Love, and sack up every member of the Thought Police we encounter.'

'Sure, I guess I can handle that,' replied Marty.

'Okay, I guess we should round up the rest of the gang - and head off to the clocktower,' suggested Doc.

Good answer :) You know your history, very good. :D

Would you like us to highlight typos or are you okay sorting those out yourself?

Well done for your hard work, btw. Keep it up.

I plan to add this scene somewhere into the story.

As Marty was heading into the telescreen operating room, he tripped over a cart.

George McFly came running up to him.

'Hey, comrade!' George called to Lorraine Baines. 'Someone here is hurt!'

'Oh, man, this is plus-ungood!' replied Lorraine. 'We have to get him into the nursing room.'

oooooooooo

A few hours later, Marty opened his eyes.

'Mom, is that you?' asked Marty.

'There now, just relax,' Lorraine told Marty.

'Mom, I had had a terrible nightmare,' groaned Marty. 'I dreamt that I was in some world from a dystopian novel written by George Orwell, where Big Brother is watching you.'

'Well, you're safe and sound now,' Lorraine said, soothingly. 'Back in the good ol' Ministry of Truth.'

'Ministry of Truth!' exclaimed Marty, jerking straight up.

'Just lie back down, comrade,' Lorraine told Marty. 'Just relax and take it easy for awhile.'

'So, who are you - if I may ask?' asked George.

'I'm Martin Seamus McFly, your son,' replied Marty, 'and this woman over here is your wife, my mother.'

George and Lorraine stared at Marty, confused.

'Apparently, I do have the same last name as you - and you do bear some familial resemblance,' mused George, 'But there's no way you can be my son. I never married or have sexual intercourse. You might be mistaking me for someone else.'

'Also, I never met comrade here, until a few hours ago,' added Lorraine. 'I work in the music department - and comrade here, I believe, works in the news department.'

'That's correct,' answered George. 'Now I have to get back to work. Will you be alright by yourself?'

'Sure, thanks!' replied Marty.

Then George and Lorraine headed back to their respective departments.

Sure, if you don't mind - that would be wonderful! Thanks! :)

Another scene to add! :)

May 25, 1986
6:00 AM PST
Orwell Universe

Marty looked at all the buttons that operated the telescreens, and he found the buzzer that was used to wake up all the Party members. He pushed the button. He also adjusted two of the telescreens, so that he could moniter George McFly and Lorraine Baines. He didn't care that much about watching anyone else. He had also had the music playlist planned for today. Two minutes later, Marty pushed another button, so that he appeared on the telescreen.

oooooooooo

As Lorraine prepared for the morning Physical Jerks, she was pondering about the unusual circumstances of yesterday. For one thing, the telescreens had been pumping out music that she had never heard before in her life. For another thing, this Martin McFly person who had claimed to be her son - had also been the same person operating the telescreens. Just who is this Martin McFly? Lorraine pondered.

Just then, Marty's voice on the telescreen called out 'Hello, comrades! Instead of doing some rigourous exercises today - let's rock and roll, instead!'

Let's rock and roll? Lorraine pondered, confused. What does that mean?

'Now, comrades!' Marty continued. 'Here is a totally awesome tune that should help you get into the groove!' Then Caught In The Crossfire by April Wine started to play, as Marty led the Party members through some dancing techniques.

Totally awesome? Get into the groove? Why is he talking so strangely? Lorraine was stunned.

Then after the song ended, Marty remarked, 'Very good, comrades! Now here is some totally awesome music to rock your day!' Then Marty's face disappeared from the telescreen, and Rocket by Def Leppard started playing.

Well, I must say, pondered Lorraine, this music is certainly better than the music we usually hear. If I didn't know any better, I'd almost think the music was being performed by actual people, instead of a vercificator.

Then Lorraine grabbed her purse and started skipping happilly off to work.

I think I might make one minor adjustment about Biff Tannen. Orwell's Biff Tannen is not taken care of until the gang travel's into Orwell's world. That way, we can have one 'butthead' scene, before Doc and Marty sack him up. ;) That will be part of my third chapter.

Another scene. :)

The two Docs, Marty, and Todd were heading over to Stu's Cafe - which was in the same location as Lou's Aerobics was, in the normal reality.

'Let's take a booth,' suggested Doc 2.

'Sure,' replied the other three.

The two Docs sat on one side, while Marty and Todd sat on the other side.

'What will you gentlemen be having today?' asked Stu.

'Uh, gimme a Tab,' Marty replied.

'I can't give you a tab unless you order something,' informed Stu.

'Then gimme a Pepsi Free.'

'I don't even know what a Pepsi is,' replied Stu, 'but if you want something, you pay for it!'

'Then just gimme something without sugar in it,' replied Marty.

'Something without sugar,' mumbled Stu, as he pulled up some beers.

'I'll just have some water,' said Doc 2.

'Same here,' replied Doc.

'Two beers and two waters, then,' Stu said, place two bottles of beer and pouring two glasses of water on the table.

After Stu left, Marty commented, 'Wow! They didn't even card me.'

'There is no drinking age limit here,' Doc 2 informed Marty. Then turning to his counterpart, Doc 2 added, 'So I take it you can't handle your liquer, either.'

'That is correct,' replied Doc.

Chapter Three

May 24, 1986
1:30 PM PST
Orwell Universe

Marty, Jennifer, Clara, the two Docs, and everyone else stepped through the portal inside the clocktower. Everyone immediately noticed a difference in this world. The walls were all dusty, cobwebs hang from the ceiling, and the wooden floors were unpolished. The place also had a rather musty smell.

'I can tell that we're not in our world anymore,' remarked Jennifer.

'Shhhhh,' shushed Doc 2, 'let's not talk about this right now.'

'Why? Are there telescreens around here?' Marty asked, worriedly.

'No,' replied Doc 2, 'but there might be other people around. We cannot let them hear us talking about another world.'

'Oh, yeah, right,' agreed Marty.

'Our house is just about five blocks,' Doc 2 told everyone.

As the group was about halfway to Doc's house, a familiar voice startled them.

'Hey, buttheads!' called out Biff Tannen. 'Where do you think you guys are going?'

'We're going to my house,' answered Doc 2, 'Not that it should be any concern of yours!'

'Oh, you think?' sneered Biff. 'I suspect you buttheads are guilty of thought crimes! I should turn you over to the Thought Police!'

'Oh, no, I don't think so!' Marty said, softly.

Then Doc took out the sleep-inducer, and knocked out Biff. Marty snapped some handcuffs on Biff, behind his back. Then the two Docs lifted up Biff, popped him into a feed sack, and tied up the sack around Biff's neck.

'He should be out for a few hours,' Doc told everyone. 'I guess we'll have them take him with us, but where should we put him?'

'I have a spare bedroom that we could lock him in,' offered Doc 2. 'Also, one of our housemates, Samantha, is a witch. She's cast a protection spell oround our house - so the Thought Police never peaks into our house.'

'Wow!' breathed Jennifer. 'If the Thought Police ever catches onto the fact that Samantha is a witch...'

'They won't,' Doc 2 insisted, firmly. 'Only the residents of our building knows that she's a witch. Like me, she knew to remain inconspicious during the 1950s atomic wars. Anyway, she also has the power of telepathy and hypnotic suggestion.'

'Come to think of it,' Doc mentioned, 'I am a little surprised that you are a prole, even with your intelligence and wealth.'

'I'm not greedy,' replied Doc 2. 'I decided to share my money with the others proles, -and I burnt down our mansion, and decided to live more modestly.'

'So, I guess we both burnt down and mansions,' Doc mused, 'Just for different reasons. In my case, though, it was an accident.'

'So, what do you do for a living?' asked Clara.

'I'm a physician. I take care of the ill. When it became evident that being a scientist was out of the question - I decided that being a physician was the profession for me, afterall. Afterall, they do need some proles to be physicians.'

Just then, Marty had thought of something. He turned to Doc 2, and asked, 'Say, Doc 2, I suppose I never showed up on your doorstep in 1955, did I?'

'I can't say that you have,' replied Doc 2. 'I'm sure I would remember something as big as that'

'Oh, believe me! You would!,' Doc chimed in. 'I can't even began to tell you how hard it was to keep such a big secret for 30 years.'

'I can imagine that it would be real tough,' Doc 2 agreed.

'Well, considering that Orwell wrote the book between 1945 and 1948,' Jennifer mused, 'That's around the time period that your would began to divert from ours.'

'You're probably right,' Doc agreed.

Then the group had arrived at Doc's apartment complex.

Chapter Four

May 24, 1986
6:30 PM PST
Orwell Universe

Josie had make dinner for everyone. She was making breaded pork chops, that she bought from the Farmer's Market - along with baked potatoes. She also served it up with applesauce, churned butter, and sour cream. She also made lemonade to drink.

At the dinner table, Josie's husband (Jimmy) had said grace: 'Dear Lord, thank You for for this great food that You have blessed up with. Also please give us strength - as we seek out to bring freedom for all citizens of this world. Amen.'

'Amen!' everyone repeated.

'You're a great cook, Josie,' remarked Marty. 'I think many of the proles are farmers, eh?'

'Yeah, about 10% of the proles are farmers,' replied Emmett. 'When I was younger, I did want to become a cowboy. However, reading Jules Verne at the age of eleven had interested me in science, instead. When it turned out that becoming a scientist was out of the question, I decided to them become a physician - like my father.'

'I mest say,' remarked Jennifer, 'life as a prole doesn't seem half-bad. Why are they considered to be class lower than the Outer Party.'

'Yeah, that's always what I've wondered,' added John. 'Let me tell you, life as an Outer Party member is a living nightmare. Can you imagine being monitored all the time by telescreens, and never really having anything to look forward to? At least the Physical Jerks that we Party member are expected to do when we wake up helps to keep us in shape - but for what purpose? It's not like we have anything to live for - well, except for Big Brother, I guess.'

'One thing I have always said,' added Loretta, 'is that if there is any hope for humanity, it lies in the Proles. Screw Big Brother! No, actually, make that f*ck Big Brother!'

'Yeah, f*ck Big Brother!' shouted John, feeling liberating at being able to use the f-word in conjunction with the ever-feared despot.

'Okay, everyone, now we need to brainstorm on a plan,' suggested Emmett.

'So, tomorrow morning, we head on over to Sacramento, right?' asked Nancy.

'Precisely,' replied Emmett. 'So we need to go to bed at a reasonably early time tonight, as we will need all the strength we can get.'

'Do Loretta and I have to return to Sacramento with you guys?' pleaded John.

'Well, yes,' answered Emmett, 'but remember the potion that my counterpart had you guys drink?'

'Are you sure that will work, though?' asked John, doubtfully.

'Oh, without a doubt,' assured Doc. 'You have ten times the strength as you did before, so you should have no problem fending off any attacks made on you.'

'I did finally get to performing the mind-bondage spell on the Thought Police,' added Samantha. 'I turned them all against each other. So they'll all be too busy fighting each other, to worry about the rest of us. I normally do not use magick to harm others, but the Thought Police are hardly innocent people.'

'Good thing you're not Wiccan, then,' Jennifer remarked.

'Wiccan?' asked Samantha, confused. 'What is a Wiccan?'

'It's some Neo-Pagan religion that was formed in the 1960s in our world. The Wiccan Rede has it that if you use magick to harm others, it will return to you threefold.'

'Oh, well, I'm just a natural witch,' explained Samantha. 'I come from a long line of witches, so I just take after my mother.'

'Do you have telekinesis?' asked Doc.

'Oh, definitely!' replied Samantha. 'I can fend of the Thought Police easily with my telekinetic powers, even without resorting to magick. Also, of course, the magick is of great aid to us.'

'Okay, tomorrow, why don't we hijack - I mean, borrow - the vans of the Thought Police, and drive on over to Sacremento?' suggested Emmett. 'Nancy can come over to the telescreen operating room in the Ministry of Truth with Doc, Jennifer, and Marty - and the rest of us can head on over to the Ministry of Love and free the so-called thought criminals. Then we can lock up Biff and the other Thought Police members into the prison.'

'I think that sounds like a plan,' agreed, Doc.

Okay, here is my attempt at a prologue, featuring Winston Smith and Julia. :)

Prologue

May 24, 1986
4:30 PM UK Time

Orwell Universe

Winston Smith was sitting in his usual corner at the Chestnut Cafe, drinking a glass of Victory Gin. He was listening to the tinny music music that was trickling from the telescreen, wondering if there would be a new bulletin this afternoon. He glanced outside outo the sunlight, and saw the leaves that were beginning to form on the trees. Also, there were a few flowers beginning to bloom. Even the chirping of birds could be heard.

Of course, thought Winston, animals and proles are free.

Actually, Winston himself was more or less free, and he was no longer under close watch from the Thought Police. It had been nearly a year and a half since Winston has been re-educated by the Ministry of Love. He also realized how foolish he had been to try to rebel against Big Brother.

Big Brother wants only the best for us all, pondered Winston. I love Big Brother - and Big Brother loves me. Big Brother loves all us all.

Then Winston saw Julia stepping into the Cafe. She had managed to put on some weight, and was no longer as attractive as Winston once thought that he was. In fact, Winston could almost no longer stand the sight of Julia.

Big Brother is enough to live for, mused Winston. I would have to be a selfish ingrate to expect anything more. How can I feel anything less then love for Big Brother?

Still, somehow Winston could not help but wish he was one of those birds chirping outside - or, perhaps, one of the Proles. He couldn't help but think that the birds and the Proles somehow lived more fulfilling lives than he, an Outer Party member, did.

Oh, don't be silly, Winston chided himself, sharply. The Proles only delude themselves into thinking that they live happy and fulfilling lives - but they secretly wish that they could be Party members. Afterall, what greater honour is there than to be a Party member - Inner or Outer. All the Proles wish that they could be us. They're just too proud and vain to admit it. Afterall, a hedonistic lifestyle is, in reality, void and empty. A hedonistic lifestyle is meaningless and shameful. Only Big Brother is really worth living life for. To believe otherwise would be very foolish. Afterall, only an ungrateful and spoiled Party member could actually wish to be a Prole. Proles were nothing more than animals, afterall - but Party members are way superior to animals. I should feel honoured to be a Party member, even if I am just an Outer Party member. O'Brien was right to cure me of my folly.

Still, deep down inside, Winston could not deny it. For the longest time, he had fluctuated between envy and disgust for the Proles.

ooooooooooo

Meanwhile, Julia Wilson was sitting on the other side of Chestnut Cafe, also drinking a glass of Victory Gin. Having also been re-educated in the Ministry of Love, Julia was no longer under close watch.

That bastard! Julia thought, disgustedly, glancing over at Winston. I can't believe that I ever loved him! He is nothing but a selfish bastard who thinks only of himself! I hate him even worse than I hate Emmanuel Goldstein! They can both go burn in hell for all I care - if there is a hell! That selfish ingrate doesn't even deserve to be a Party member! He should go join his beloved Proles! Only a selfish bastard like Winnie could wish to rescind his role as a Party member, to join those disgusting Proles! Proles and animals are free, because they are soulless and inferior beings. Winston actually wanted to flush his humanity down the toilet! Fuck the Proles, fuck Emmanuel Goldstein, and fuck Winston Smith!

Suddenly, Julia felt some pang of guilt. What had made her feel so angry and hateful. Winston Smith couldn't be all that bad. Afterall, they had once been in love. Did she hate him because he betrayed her to O'Brien? Wouldn't that make her a hypocrite - since she had also betrayed Winston. In fact, she had even betrayed Winston first - before Winston betrayed her. Had she lost her sanity, afterall?

Oh, don't be foolish, Julia scolded herself, sharply. Idle thinking never did anyone any good! Stinky thinking is what that is. Ignorance is strength, afterall. Also, freedom is slavery. Those disgusting Proles only think that they are free! They are, in reality, slaves to hedonism. They may think that they live fulfilling lives, but they are only deluding themselves. Lifeless scum is what they are! They are no more than insects.

Then Julia's face turned red. How could I have been so foolish? I almost gave into hedonism. Why am I blaming it all on Winston? This is my fault, too. I should never have been so foolish as to question the wisdom of Big Brother. Also, of all people, I should have known that sex is disgusting. I was member of the Junior Anti-Sex League, for crying out loud! How could I have rebelled against everything that I had learned? If Big Brother says that something is so, then it's so. Afterall, Big Brother never lies! Right?

Julia glanced at the clock on the wall, and realized that it was almost time to head back to the Ministry of Truth. She began to leave the Cafe, not even giving Winston a second glance. Afterall, Julia mused, nobody else but Big Brother is worth living life for.

'I love you, Big Brother!' Julia whispered, blowing a kiss at the poster of Big Brother on the wall. Then Julia stepped outside of the Cafe. She felt a gentle breeze blowing over her, and listened to the chorus of birds chirping, as she headed back to work. Loving Big Brother sure makes life brighter, mused Julia.

Unbeknownst to Julia Wilson, Winston Smith, and most of the other citizens of Oceana, another revolution was just about to take place - somewhere about ten-thousand kilometres away, in California.

LonePineKath, I'm wondering if you can give me some feedback on my story - and if you have any suggestions. So far, I only have one comment at FanFiction.Net. I'm wondering if, perhaps, many Future fans may find Orwell's book to be too distressing to use in the context of Back to the Future. I figured, though, that it would probably go over better with Future fans, than it would with Orwell fans. I figured that hardcore Orwell fans may find that the crossover makes light of Orwell's intentions behind the book - or something. Also, while I do plan to have a few chapters centre around Winston and Julia - I plan to have much of the story centre around Doc, Marty, and gang. So if you can help me out here, that would be nice.

Thanks! :)

Writing the second half of the story will be tougher, and I want to try to have seven chapters in the second half, followed by the Epilogue centring around Winston and Julia.

Let me try an outline:

8: Emmett and Co see some helecopters flying overhead. The are some Thought Police members. The Thought Police confronts Emmett and Co. Some more members of the Thought Police enter the Ministry of Truth. Marty, Jennifer, Doc, and Nancy encourage the Party member to resist the Thought Police. Other members of the Thought Police break into the Ministry of Love, and breaks the Thought Police out of prison.

9: Samantha's bondage spell finally kicks in, distracting the remaining conscious members of the Thought Police in the countryside. Eventually spreads over to the Ministry of Truth and Ministry of Love. As Biff takes his dying breath, he curses Big Brother for betraying him. The last of the Thought Police members arrive in Sacramento. In London, Winston wonders why the telescreens have all gone silent.

10: The members of Oceania finally celebrate their new-found freedom. News of the defeat of Big Brother quickly makes it through Oceania. Winston in London rejoices at the news.

11: Emmett is offered the position of the country's leader, but Emmett turns down the offer. Eventually, James and Josie Swanson are elected as the new country leaders.

12: Doc and Emmett team up to lead the townfolk into cleaning up the town, and makes some technological advancements in Orwell's Universe.

13: Doc, Clara, Marty, and Jennifer return to BTTF Universe. Nancy and Emmett also arrives, to pick up their kids.

14: Marty and Jennifer ponder over their adventures in Orwell's world, and Marty no longer minds doing his reading assignments.

Epilogue: Winston and Julia reconcile their relationship, and celebrate their new-found freedom. Winston also reunites with his mother.

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