If there was hope, it lay with the proles... or something like that. Winston, the character from that stupid book he'd been forced to read for English lit, had been whinging on about how the proles were stupid or something, but yet he seemed to find hope in their humanity. What? Why? His teacher would want him to expand on the concept, and he couldn't very well just copy the Cliff Notes word for word, nor admit that he'd simply read the synopsis. He called up Cara.

Her voice sounded sleepy on the phone. "Yeah? What do you want?"

"Why did Winston think there was hope in the proles when he thought they were dumb?"

"Huh?"

"Winston... you know, the guy from 1984? Why did he-"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, something about their capacity to feel, to not turn off their emotions." She yawned. "Something like that anyway."

"But he thought they were stupid; right?"

"He thought they were easily fooled by media and propaganda."

"Okay, well, in the report-"

"Listen, you need to do your own research. I stayed up late watching 'Idol' and if I don't get a good grade on the test tomorrow, my parents won't let me get the winner's newest CD."

"But what about-"

*click*

Smith sighed and signed into Netflix. Maybe he could watch the movie after all.