Dystopian Utopia Novels & Stories

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Where everyone is free to live the way they want, where there is no fear or death or life. Because such a world would exist at the border of life and death. People associate colours with default feelings and emotions that the society programs in them. So black is bad and white is good. But then why do you need darkness for a sound sleep and light for a funeral? This world and the way it functions never made any sense to me. It’s just filled with a herd of asses running after something they don’t even know why they want. And I was on my way to creating such a utopia when my world, the only light my eyes could tolerate, came in front of me after hundreds of years.

“After a jungle and an ocean trench? I don’t like it.” Lyra’s analytical mind was already suspicious. “Utopian settings in survival games are always traps. The hazard is ‘systemic.’ That means the environment itself is against us.” They followed a crystal path toward the nearest floating island. The beauty was oppressive in its perfection. Not a leaf was out of place. The silence was complete—no insects, no birds, just the gentle chime of the glass leaves. They reached a central plaza, where a magnificent, dry fountain stood. In its basin, instead of water, holographic data streams flowed in lazy patterns, depicting scenes of idyllic life from this world: scholars debating peacefully, artist

ßenlong said. "Me either. Or it’s just me who don’t give a shit to the "irregularities" I just said? If only Kartika were here... She might be able to explain it better than I do." Alfi said in his mind. Alfi finds them getting confused. “Exactly, if there’s no any "irregularities" happened, it doesn’t guarantee that the world is not in the threat of calamity. As long as Waku-waku exist, the world will never be ‘safe’.” Alfi said. ”They intend to destroy the world and rebuild it into their very own Utopia.”

“Frequently and substantially! There is a false utopianism that is the exact inverse of the one I am now describing, a utopianism consistent in its belief that what man desires, projects and proposes is, obviously, possible. Nothing is more repugnant to me, for I see this false utopianism as the major cause of all the misfortunes taking place now on this planet. In this humble matter in which we are now engaged, we can appreciate the opposing meanings of the two utopianisms. Both the bad and the good utopians consider it desirable to correct the natural reality that places men within the confines of diverse languages and impedes communication between them. The bad utopian thinks that because

Certainly, he was grateful for the utility she had, the benefits her skills might bring him, but she’d been foolish to assume more of his behavior than that. Exhaling a deep sigh through pursed lips, Evelyn sat up. It was ironic really. Here she was, in the land of near continuous sunshine and beautiful weather, natural beauty and bounty, quite simply a literal dream factory, caught in the ineluctable tug of war between slim chance and dire calamity. Between the imaginary utopian Futurama and the dystopian reality of her life, her aspirations and hopes wildly inflated to epic magnitude one moment only to be cruelly warped and devastated in the next.

POV DARLENE The global resonance didn't create a utopia; it created a Biological Tsunami. As the violet-silver signal of the Moon-Apex stabilized across the continents, the world woke up to a reality that was no longer "Optimized." The West's perfect, silent cities were suddenly filled with the scent of wet fur, raw adrenaline, and the terrifyingly beautiful sound of a billion creatures realizing they were no longer "Assets."

"Congratulation warlocks. You officially entered Dystopia. Your journey starts here, and may the odds be at your favor. Good bye" After saying her piece, the rocky shore submerged in the water little by little, together with Veronica who was sitting on it. "So,...shall we?" Nike looked at the rest of the group, and they nodded in response to his question. Seeing Dystopia for the first time, they can't help but feel slightly perplex. Since they heard that it was an ancient territory, they thought it would look like dilapidated or barren, just like how an abandoned place would normally look like. But contrary to their expectation, the place looks so lively and it doesn't look like it was left

She guessed it made sense for her subconscious to draw upon a setting she knew so well. She found it quite amusing to dream about a dystopian San Diego, because in many ways the place was not all that different from a volkaane settlement. The energy fields produced by electrical and battery-operated vehicles and appliances attracted dangerous portals to another world, so they had been dismantled and outlawed. There were no cars, no televisions, no phones—her subconscious must have played a role in that, too. In any case, Rave certainly would have felt right at home in such a place.

“Look at this, it’s a utopia because Blaise isn’t afraid to make controversial decisions.” I pull free of her touch, feeling a rush of disappointment in my surrogate sister, as well as shame for failing her so completely. Clearly we did not raise her well enough. “It’s a utopia built on blood.” ___________________________ Arabella This day just gets worse and worse. After dropping Bastien at home, I head straight back to the underground. That excursion did not go as I had planned - at all. I thought Bastien would appreciate Tartarus as I do, even if he needed a little help to see the beauty of the arrangement. Yet no matter what I said, he insisted Blaise’s creation was an atrocity, and refu