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She collapsed onto the relatively dry edge of a massive root, staring out into the night. She had survived the fall. She had survived the quicksand. She had survived the Alpha. Slowly, she lifted her head, looking through a gap in the dense leaves. There, suspended in the highest reaches of the canopy, glowing with a warm, welcoming, golden light, was the Matriarch’s Utopia. The Canopy Gates were only a few miles away now, connected by a series of massive, walkable branches. It looked like a haven. A place built by women, for women, high above the savage, corrupted beasts that roamed the dark below.

don't " he begged weakly and I gave up . I need to first bring down his temperature , I ransacked his wardrobe and got a towel , soaked it wet and squeezed then placed it gently on his head that's blowing hot . He's all wrapped up so I gently loosened his shirts for breeze and I rushed to his kitchen to see if he has anything and no he doesn't ! . I made a little porridge for him from the little I could gather and fed him few spoons and made him use the drugs I got at a nearby pharmacy .

I thought she's going to reject her because of her facial expression, but she kneel before me. “Take me as your alliance and let's create a Disparate Utopia where people can live up with peace and nature.”

Truly spectacular. “Oi! I’m talking to you, Utopia! Who the frigid barnacles told you about that kiss!?” “So it happened?” Her silence was enough. “Ohh, so that’s why you haven’t talked to me ey?? You’re having hot sauce on my brother.” Utopia wriggled her brows up down as her face was stretched into a teasing smile, making her friend’s face burned more. “Well, I can’t blame you, my dearest friend, my brother is so handsome, isn’t he??”

Femur formed the fencing in front of the houses, rib bone curved over plants offering them fragile shade and shelter, the points of spears leaning up against the side of a house were tipped with carved points of bone, a door handle, a piece of jewellery… She blinked, and the bone disappeared from view. “Not real,” she whispered. “Not even in the dream. So what does that mean?” But she understood the message. This Utopia was built on the death of Havermouth’s population. Not just Havermouth’s population, she continued. All the world. This was the world if the Mer won the war. And, having been given this glimpse into it, was no longer sure if that was a bad thing.

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.

” Eva was in complete awe. She already knew Stefan was brilliant before she met him but this was just another level of visionary. He wasn’t just handsome and wealthy, he was also a genius. “Now, the program we’ve just finished developing is called Xtopia. It’s a world similar to our own, but without all the limitations our world have." "People can be anything they want here. They can create any identity they desire. They will have jobs if they want to and experience life to the fullest.” He explained.

"The architects aren't drawing. The engineers aren't building. Even the artists... they’re just sitting in the parks, bathed in the 60-hertz hum, content to simply be." "It’s called 'Utopian Lethargy,'" Tommy replied, leaning against a pillar of glowing chitin. "For ten thousand years, the human brain has been wired to solve problems of scarcity. We are hunters, gatherers, and strivers. You’ve removed the 'Need,' Avery. And without the need, the 'Will' is beginning to atrophy." The problem was granular. In the Bronx, a cooperative that had been "Grafting" a new vertical farm simply stopped working halfway through. When Avery visited the site, she found the workers lying in the violet moss, t

There is no such thing as utopia--One person's paradise can easily be another person's hell. We created Crescent City to be a shining utopia for supernaturals, a place of peace and prosperity. But it was built on the labor of witches and only those in power lived in true peace. Poor wolves, hybrids, humans and witches were all second-class citizens to the werewolves in charge.

The crystal flared white, and a holographic display shimmered into existence in the middle of the hallway. ​It was a map of the globe, but it was not the world I knew. It was a projection of the future as the Architects had envisioned it. There were no cities, no forests, and no oceans. There was only a singular, interconnected grid of silver and grey, a planetary machine where every living thing was a standardized component. There was no room for the Sovereign or the Alpha in this vision. There was only the Mute.