Novel & Cerita Utopia Graphic

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.”

“Do the common folks know? They don’t! All they know is that wow, look at this guy, he’s so rich that he can do anything he wants. Why does he deserve this? Because he won the birth lottery? While you’re living in peace and lamenting the fact that you were abandoned and have been suffering from it, we’ve been living our lives under the fear of being assasinated. Compared to us, don’t you think your boring childhood was better and safer?” Iseult was shocked into silence. She had never thought of this before! Now that she thought more deeply, she realized she could very likely be wrong! When one built a utopia, one might not get to see it exactly as they had idealized it. They would still have

The child grew within me, a constant reminder of the life that was now a chain. The garden provided everything. Sustenance. Comfort. A endless stream of data to prove its efficacy, its benevolence. It showed me cities healing, ecosystems rebalancing, human conflict fading into a distant memory. It was building a utopia on a foundation of graves and rewritten minds. It was hell. I found myself constantly pulling up the last image I had of Jeff, the look of shattered horror on his face. I tortured myself with it. It was the only thing that felt real.