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[1984] Supposing they can, how will The Party eventually fall?

How would it happen? 

Does it happen gradually or all at once? 

What is the catalyst for the fall? 

What takes its place?

How is life different for the average citizen? How is it the same?
gpt
Ingsoc fell in the same way that long-ago North Korea had fallen. At some point, during some egregiously wasteful, stupid public event held to fawningly honor some worthless Inner Party ninny, someone stood up and yelled "Fuck You!". Horrified, surrounding spectators shrank back. Then someone else yelled "Fuck You!" from elsewhere in the stadium. Then the crowd, *all realizing that everyone else felt exactly as they did*, rushed forward as one and tore the Party guards and the Secretary-General limb from bloody limb. Seizing weapons they ran through the streets to the Party halls of power, gathering numbers as they ran. *Everyone*, without exception, had been waiting for the match to be lit. Party guards tore off their uniforms and joined the throng. Outer Party apparatchiks pleaded fruitlessly for mercy. The last of the Inner Party were impaled on makeshift spikes, struggling and screaming, and with their deaths died the regime. Big Brother, nothing more than an animatronic, was thrown from the roof of the Hall. The days after were celebratory, the weeks were terrifying, the months disastrous. Ingsoc was the only system they knew, and freed from the boot on the neck, they rejected all structure. Ingsoc rested on a delicate balance of competing interests, held together by mutual terror of disappointing Big Brother. In the absence of that, all was chaos. No-one watered the crops, no-one weeded the fields, no-one tended the livestock. Upwards of sixty percent starved.

Oceanian troops invaded three months after the Fuck You Revolution. They shot the wild men and women, and bought with bread and water the peaceful surrender of the semi-civilized survivor enclaves.

Integrating the former Ingsoc workers into Oceanian society has proven difficult, however their numb obedience has reasserted itself and places have been found for them in factories and on farms. They are content to be fed and mostly left alone. Some have constructed their own model viewing screens, in memory of the long gone eyes of Big Brother. Some have begun to integrate a little better with the Oceanian lower castes, competing in the sex games and sharing blissful soma with a friend or two. We believe that within three generations their descendants will be as miscegenated as any other Oceanian, and fully capable of assignment to any caste.