“That will teach the foreign devils”, he thought to himself as he finished denying the Uighur genocide and Tiananmen square protests on his state-monitored computer. The CCP would reward him greatly for this. The social credits would allow him to purchase an entire cup of rice at the grocer next month.

He got up out of his rusty sheet-metal chair, careful not to cut his fingers on the edges and die of tetanus. The breeze of smoky, carcinogen-laden air filled the lung he hadn’t been forced to donate to an inner party member. It felt to him like an entire pack of cigarettes.

“This will save me money”, he muttered. He had spent half of his wages last week on cigarettes. The telescreen in the wall blinked, but was unable to detect his speech because a forced laborer’s finger had been dismembered and caught in the microphone when it was first manufactured.

The elevator had swallowed and killed an entire family the night before, and the stairs had caved in because someone sneezed too hard. He instead leapt from the window before being caught by the suicide nets that prevented child laborers in the floor above him from escaping the body-pillow sweatshop.

He got up and jumped back, narrowly avoiding being cut in two by an entire truckload of steel sheets that had been improperly secured to a flatbed truck. The truck abruptly burst into flames and struck a nearby preschool, leaving no survivors.

Almost instantly, a swarm of policemen surrounded the school.

“DO NOT BE ALARMED” a loudspeaker blared. “THIS WAS A ROUTINE FIRE DRILL. CARRY ON.” A parent arrives to search the wreckage for her state-approved child. She was shot by a peacekeeping drone’s 20mm auto cannon to stop her from spreading western lies.

Making his way to the re-education center where he worked, he spots a LiveLeak logo out of the corner of his eye. He sees the source of the trouble: a group of students protesting for the right keep one of their kidneys.

“Western imperialist nonsense” he yelled aloud, making sure the telescreen could hear him. Luckily, the peace tank’s machine gun fire avoided him. His social standing meant he wouldn’t be drafted to shovel the remains into the recycling trucks.

As he entered the re-education center, he heard the screams of Uighur women being empowered and liberated by a political officer’s cane. They would come to understand the glory of China soon enough. His class was waiting in the room ahead of him, as usual.

As he entered the room, he heard a young Uighur girl say something in her native language.

“MANDARIN ONLY!” He exclaimed.

With the press of a button, the floor underneath her opened up and sent her into the incinerator. Some people cannot learn.

He pointed to a map in the center of the room, explaining that all 17 of China’s territorial disputes had nothing to do with imperialism, and were caused by inferior nations’ inability to accept China’s rightful hegemony. One boy failed to memorize all 143 reasons why the Han Chinese were superior to all other races. He would be sent to the coal plant as punishment.

As the class ended, a portrait of Mao Zedong flashed on the telescreen. The room erupted in applause. The applause lasted an entire hour, as the first to stop clapping would be given rat-catching duty. Only last week, the rats had killed and eaten an entire grown man.

He headed home, proud to be a free, liberated Chinese citizen. One of the countless impoverished homeless begged for money so he could bribe his way out of the forced drug trials. A political officer beat him into submission for daring to question the glorious state.

It was a good day.

(Stolen from u/Ortsmeiser)