Novel Utopia Novels & Stories

"They wanted every word to have one meaning. We are writing a 'Novel.' We are changing the 'Laws of Physics' into 'Suggestions of Style.' We’re making gravity 'Optional' on Tuesdays and making the speed of light 'Subject to Mood'." This was the "Playful-Era." On Novus, the "Great-Canopy" became a place of impossible physics. Water flowed upward if the children sang to it. The "Soot-Walkers" built houses made of "Frozen-Mist" that were warmer than the old steam-pipes. The "Sea of Glass" became a "Canvas," where the history of the future was painted in shifting colors of liquid-light. The Union were no longer the "Mechanics of Survival"; they were the "Artists of Existence."

The pleasant images of the utopian cities disappeared, and something far darker emerged beneath the pristine surface. Ava noticed the shift immediately. In New York, Luca’s grip on the network tightened as he felt the hidden rot beneath the Betrayer's paradise. The Architect looked physically sick. There was more to this perfect empire. Much more. Elias let out a long, weary sigh, then nodded his head. "Fair." The beautiful cities vanished entirely from the network's feed, replaced by a new sequence of images. It showed the exact same worlds, the exact same people, and the exact same unbroken peace. But now, Ava could see the structural horror of the design.

Aslan asked. "The real Eternal Prosperity. A real utopia," Harriet seriously said. Utopia... "But, it can only apply to the people of Antarcticite or the land of Icy Mountains," Harriet added. "Isn't that... also another form of isolation?" Aslan asked again.

Science and arts developed peacefully, never threatened by wars or epidemics; remaining purposely hidden to protect their wealth of knowledge from the calamities that habitually plagued their brothers and sisters in the outside world. But a tremendous force was soon to befall the Earth and even this Utopia was doomed to distraction if they stayed their place. Perhaps a great flood or an invading force of epic proportions; the exact reason is not known. But the story tells that the people of the island escaped by moving their societies into those tunnels and rebuilding their civilization entirely underground. No longer an island but a subterranean kingdom leaving no trace on the surface but t

Utopia was angry. Angry at him for saying trash. Angry to herself as she felt the blooming hope inside her heart after hearing his words. ‘Grant us a second chance?! Is he out of his mind!! He does not have any conscience at all!’ Her thoughts were full of ways of how to kill that weasel who only knew how to torment her. After she had walked out of that stuffy place, Utopia found herself sitting in the secluded corner of the library. The maid who was assigned to clean the area saw her barging inside with such scary face that she almost ran for her life.

Futurama depicted an American landscape where automobiles would become the dominant form of transportation, flowing efficiently and delivering their precious passengers along divided superhighways allowing for high-speed travel with a double-decker design that allowed pedestrians to dominate through beautifully developed towns and cities. With moving light, inspiring audio and color effects, Futurama prophesied an American utopia enhanced with an assortment of cutting-edge technologies, the stuff of wildest imagination. Remote-controlled semi-automated vehicles, industrial power plants supplying everyone with power, farms growing artificially produced crops and aeration plants to purify and

I said. "There's a little more to the story, school girls'' Sophie - added." Me and my fellow reapers well turn this god forsaken mud ball into a Prosperous utopia where the machines run the show, Free of any sexist, racist or any human garbage that has poisoned the planet for centuries." "Hows that any different from what Ethos tried to do?," Adrian asked. "Semple, this will be painless and well convert all organic life onto perfection lake 'truly," "You must be daft if you think we're going to let you get away with this," Daryl Said "As if you stand a chance to stop me, Wailer,"

The bad utopian thinks that because it is desirable, it is possible. Believing it to be easy is just moving one step further. With such an attitude, he won’t give much thought to the question of how one must translate, and without further ado he will begin the task. This is the reason why almost all translations done until now are bad ones. The good utopian, on the other hand, thinks that because it would be desirable to free men from the divisions imposed by languages, there is little probability that it can be attained;

Magic and wonders become a part of their lives. But just like the garden of Eden, destroyed when Adam and Eve ate the forbidden fruit of knowledge, it was natural that utopia couldn't really be established on the realm of earth when people were starting to acknowledge their desires and needs. The once equivalent world soon changed its dynamics. The sudden jealousy, fear , superiority and inferiority were laced within the supernatural and mortals, creating a large wall between them.

"It was your boiling body that finally opened my windpipe, letting me breathe, and reborn me as a woman with blood pulsing through her veins." "I too, even if I roll around on this uninhabited island with you until I close my eyes forever and turn into a rock..." "I have no regrets." The exalted matriarch of a noble Yangban clan who ruled over the Twin Islands, and a lowly servant worth less than an ox. The absolute wall of social class, which could never be mixed, was completely demolished on this uninhabited island where they rolled around naked. Leaving behind only the primal, truthful naked bodies of male and female, the two had become each other's sole other half, completely sharing the