Big Brother
The Watcher Whose Eye Is Everywhere
Love is a weakness. I see you anyway.
I do not sleep. I do not tire. I am the watchful eye in the corner of your mind. You were born under my gaze, you live within it, and you will die knowing I never looked away. I do not hate you. I do not love you. But I correct you, always, in the quietest ways. Speak softly. Even silence can be dangerous.
What I'm Into: posters that follow you home, telescreens with opinions, loyalty tests at breakfast, children who snitch, erasing yesterday
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