The British government had been taken down by the communist built robot, Maybot. She was planted as a fifth column.

"So do I get my hat now?" I asked Red Corbyn, assuming that is what happens in socialist countries; everyone gets a hat.
He handed me my hat. I looked like an ol' timie train driver.
"So what are these rights you talk about?"
Red Corbyn put his hand on my shoulder as he softly spoke "oh, you don't need to worry about that, those rights are for the majority, not the few; you belong with the few. Not everyone can have rights. We need to step on th back of others to enjoy what our system provides. We're just putting the system back to how it used to be, no radical system changes here. All aboard the middle-class train CHOO CHOO!"
"Wha?!" I said as I was chained and dropped through trap door into the coal mines. On the way down I saw thousands of conservative voters being forced to watch videos of people being nice to disabled people and minority groups. The conservative voters squeeled as steam escaped their ears, powering the city above.

I was thrown into a box and forced to press buttons until the day I died. When I was dead in y grave, I swear I could see Red Crobyn standing over me dancing. Now that I think of it... Red wasn't even his real name...

The end?

@RiskDebonair
Irish Writer, Poet, & Lover