In this world, the death of thought is the only true death. For a century, the Ingsoc regime has ruled with an iron grip. The Thought Police govern all, the telescreens watch all, and not even a whisper, a fleeting dream, escapes their scrutiny. One stray thought—one deviation from the dictated truth—and you are erased. Not just killed. Erased. Your name, your past, your very existence—gone. I am Elijah Raymond, an investigator of the Party. Loyal. Obedient. Unquestioning.Until the night my neighbor—the old priest who once baptized me—was executed in the streets. Before he died, he pressed a bloodstained scrap of paper into my hand.“Society must accept the Rainmen.” For this single piece of paper, I became a thought criminal. My identity revoked. My accounts frozen. The omnipresent surveillance now tracking my every move.The Thought Police, enforcers, mages, swordsmen, and Rainmen hunters—all out to eliminate me. I thought I could explain. I thought I could plead my case.But when my superior gave the order, his voice was cold, absolute— “Erase him. Leave no memory behind.” And at that moment, I understood. True death is not the destruction of the body. It is the annihilation of thought. If thought itself is dead—are we still human?