Novel & Cerita Dystopian Society

Everything is about monetary gain and if you don't got the green you better have a way to survive. Help wont come when you need it. There is no home and having shame is a simple thing of the past. We all tell people to have hope. We tell them that if they work hard enough that change will eventually come and with that change they will find their happy ending. I've watched humans kill for that happy ending. I've committed murder when a tyrant thought to torture the only good thing in this world I have ever found in this fucked up place. Even when I tried to save it, I still lost it.

Now, billions of people were waking up in a world where the supermarket doors were locked by dead electronic bolts and the water pumps had stopped humming. "We can't stay here," Julian said, his eyes scanning the perimeter of the foundry. Without his rifle, he looked exposed, a man of war in a world that needed farmers. "The city is going to wake up soon. When people realize the 'Zero-Sum' is permanent, they aren't going to be looking for bread. They’re going to be looking for someone to blame."

"We leave. Find somewhere humanity can't follow. Antarctica, deep ocean, uninhabited islands. Somewhere we can build our own society. Live without fear of them." Hope flickered through the crowd. The idea of escape, of freedom, resonated. But I'd spent too long calculating survival to believe in easy solutions. "There's nowhere they can't follow," I said, and I saw Stephen's hope dim as I continued. "Humanity has satellites that can track thermal signatures anywhere on the planet. Drones that can fly to any location. Ships that can reach any island. Nuclear weapons that can destroy any fortress. Running just delays the inevitable. Eventually, they'll find us. And when they do, we'll be isola

"Be it the underworld, the hospital you work at, or even other places, as long as people exist, there will always be conflict going on. For example, playing mind games with each other, luring each other into traps, and forming new grudges with each other. "Over the years, society has been improving marginally thanks to the flourish in our nation's economy as well as the advancement of science and technology. Still, some aspects of society still need improvement. Take the underworld, for example. It lacks authority and discipline, which is why the underworld will only continue to become more chaotic and out of control. "The initial reason why I established the Draconian Order is so that I cou

Sarah swallowed hard, her fingers digging into the fabric of her jacket. “New Haven… it was supposed to be a safe place. A real community. And for a while, it was. But things changed. People got desperate. Power-hungry. It became less about survival and more about control. The leaders—if you can even call them that—started turning on each other. It turned into a war zone.” I felt the ground shift beneath me, my heart sinking. “Why didn’t you say anything before? Why did you let us come all this way?”

"And what’s that, exactly?" Damien’s gaze was steady. "The future of humanity." Silence. Ayesha’s grip on her gun tightened. "You mean soldiers." Damien shook his head. "More than soldiers. Leaders. Enforcers. The next generation of the world. Faster, stronger, smarter… and most importantly?" He exhaled. "Completely obedient." Zayn muttered a curse under his breath. "That’s some dystopian nightmare sh*t." Damien gave a humorless chuckle. "Yeah. But it’s real."

Disappointed in the fact that their food source was compromised, the leaders are eager to bring back the purity of both man and beast. There exists a secret society amongst the wealthy who were able to foresee the loss of the planet to these cannibalistic aliens. They spread the word amongst the rest of their kind and the wealthier humans who weren’t involved in conquering and running earth alongside the aliens escaped to inner earth. The cost of such a venture is considerable, leaving it an option for the wealthy, only. The remaining humans are left to struggle for survival under the thumb of an oligarchy regime.

He seems to have a heart of stone. When he showed me their dungeon, I was completely captivated. Sheems, that's not what I mean. Dungeons served as both storage and prisons. My instinct was to rush inside and free the people, but how? I don’t feel empowered to rescue my mother and myself from this harsh society. They also have basements and bunkers, as well as man-made tunnels for utilities, passage between buildings, and transportation. He is very confident that I will keep this to myself. That’s his fatal mistake—believing I am his other half. Maybe when I get out of here, I’ll reveal everything they’re doing. But of course, that’s only in my mind; I’m not going to jeopardize my mother’s s

And then a plague hit the land and wiped the world of its beautiful palm trees, towering glass buildings, and self-driving machines that can take you to faraway places. The plagues, called the Death Waves, were said to have lasted for decades. The people’s medical system and high-powered machines could not beat their unseen enemy. When the plague finally went away on its own, the Old World became no more. More than half of the world died, and the remaining half killed for survival. In fear of another Death Wave, the people abandoned their societies and hid inside caves and under the ground. They protected themselves and trusted no one. At night, they would sneak unto their neighbors and stea

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.