Dystopia Ideas Novels & Stories

I could smell her perfume mixing with the sharp scent of copper and ice. Victoria said that she wants what was stolen from us. Look around she said. Look at this world. It is broken, chaotic and weak. People fight they betray each other they suffer.. Four hundred identical women, linked by a single neural mind, controlled by one singular vision can rebuild every government on Earth. They can end war. They can end poverty. I shot back stepping directly into her space. They are living, breathing beings, Victoria. The duplicate girl sitting in our transport above she wept because she remembered Christians smell. She felt love. She felt terror. Victoria does not want to save the world she wants

Is what he actually wants a return to the time before, when we could live wherever we wanted with whomever we wanted? "And you were an engineer?" I ask. "What did you do?" We are standing beneath the first row of the green trees with the sparkling fruit. From up close I can see that they are planted in neat rows. Darius gestures toward them. "A magical engineer," he said, "A magician if you will. I create. It's what I do. I had a dream of creating a world of plenty. Where there would be enough farmlands, where people would go to bed with full bellies and their heads full of their own dreams. Instead, what I saw was a world where magical creatures and humans felt like they had to compete for

Humans always protect the environment, while doing the opposite makes the environment worse and worse. Humans have gradually eroded and destroyed a place once home to millions of other species. And it is also people who make the seemingly impossible things obvious and become the most normal. The beginning of a crime is a destructive ambition. The more complete the material, the easier it is for people to fall into terrible desires that they no longer can turn back. Daisy City is a famous imperial city. Night

They could go into the human world as they wished to spy on what was happening there so they could replicate it in their world. I snapped myself from thinking of the utopia town and its human and strange inhabitants. I had a lot of worries already on my mind without adding the unnecessary thoughts about the utopia town to it. I didn't have a good time at the town so I didn't feel inclined to let my thoughts stray there. I still felt anger anytime I her to remember the human count and what my girl had suffered in his hands and almost suffered. Thinking of my girl, I wondered where she was at the moment and picked my pace as I imagined her fighting off a battle alone to protect herself and the

Better dead than that. Not so many years ago, this place was an unparalleled paradise, ruled by the wise but mysterious Council of Ten. They were assisted by a network of governors that presided over individual sectors. It was a lush, green land, with fountains on every block. The buildings stretched to the sky, and all work was done by machines. There were even machines that could make things out of what seemed to be thin air. Anything you wanted… anything your heart desired could simply be created. The labor-saving machines freed up the people for more rewarding pursuits. This was a utopia of culture, science, art, and all other forms of human creativity. Sickness was rare, poverty didn’t