Social Science Fiction Novels & Stories

“You know, that’s another thing I don’t get about science fiction. For a genre that’s supposed to be all about technology and progress and the future…why does it always turn out to be a massive disaster whenever somebody tries to do anything or change anything?” “You tell me, Mr. BA Oxon.” “I guess because a lot of genre fiction has its roots in the nineteenth century, when we had more rigid ideas about God and social order. Aaaand check out me sounding like I know what the fuck I’m talking about.” “That’s because you do. Though, for what it’s worth, I don’t think this book is actually saying that. I think it’s more about the complexities of the world and its problems, especially the problem

A caged world Beneath a free sky Everything here Is part of discipline affair Even the car of choice Is one that each one Uses Not the one That most pleases We think like the other We compare to the other Why course books should always be there When each one can think Why thoughts of few Should be counted as only fair It’s not a religious affair To indulge and blame Science as unfair A significance of truth Missing In each stair Religion says nothing But satisfaction After which Who will climb upstair Bounded in free world Where even subject of choice Is trending Who made the word trend Let there be it nowhere Hurt sighing by Religious blows Science moves slow They say in religion A scientis

“Yes, we risk making it boring. But, I think Mr. Rick will appreciate an organized paper rather than a messy one. Besides, we can pick two interesting works.” “What do you have in mind?” he asks softly. For no reason, his mellow voice and cooperativeness give my heart a certain jittery. It slowly starts pounding in a fluttering way. My expression softens considerably and so does my voice. “What about 1984 and Brave New World? Both are dystopian novels, but the societies described in each book are different. We can discuss the social orders and their influence on the societies.” That’s when I hear a long heavy sigh. He twirls his pen and looks up at me, revealing his sharp handsome features.