My name is Trent Becker and I have been arrested and escorted to Room 101 by the Thought Police. I was arrested for writing down my thoughts in a journal, which also included a plot to overthrow Big Brother and free everyone from their manipulative ways. Although the Thought Police know for a fact that I devised a plan to take down Big Brother, I burned my journal to ashes before they could get the details about my undertaking. Since there is no trace of tangible evidence regarding my alleged crimes and I refuse to tell them what my journal said, I assume I’ve been taken to Room 101 for intense interrogation. The Thought Police want to know what my proposition said and why I wrote it. I can only imagine the lengths they will go to break my silence. It chills my spine. As I approach the over-sized fifteen foot pair of doors at the entrance of Room 101, I begin to wonder what could be housed in a room with doors that size. I stood staring at the doors in awe for a good ten seconds, when one of the escorting Thought Police yanks me away and places me in handcuffs while muttering, “Lets go,” in an angry voice. He pulls me into the dimly lit room and I immediately notice the enormous saltwater aquarium housing two twenty foot Great White sharks, along with various other sharks and fish, and even a giant octopus. I also see that there are two one-ton weights at the bottom of the tank with chains that unwind all the way to the top of the tank. A pair of thick steel handcuffs are attached to the ends of those chains. I suddenly notice a stench coming from another man in the room who was arrested by the Thought Police. He was dripping with sweat, white as a sheet and had a look on his face that seemed like he had just witnessed a brutally violent murder. The two of us were now being directed to a ladder that lead up to the top of the tank. The ladder had to be at least ten stories high, and the climb to the top seemed like it was takin