The General smirked and pushed the recruit over once more.
"No no and more no. We regulate transmissions to ensure our public receive only the highest quality entertainment and receive nothing other the truth from the Ministry. Outside broadcasts are full of forgein propoganda which can fester counter-revolution.
He threw the knife into the recruits chest, before heading back to the table and pulled out a shotgun..
"You are useless to me boy. You will have no last words."
Mercilessly, before the recruit could say anything more, he pumped the shotgun and started blasting each of the recruits limbs off. He stared into the recruits pained eyes as his final round was delivered to the recruits neck, blowing his head clean off. He called for the marine guards.
"Guards, pick up what's left of this muppet and pack it into a casket. Fire it at the sun. Ensure every atom is vaporised."