Utopian Novels & Stories

She held out a glowing, violet stylus. "Sign the 'Settlement,' and I will release your father’s soul. He can die in peace. Silas can stay human. And you... you can be the new 'Processor.' You can be the Queen of the Mothership for the next thousand years." "And the people on the surface?" I asked. "They will be 'Optimized'," Vivian said. "No more hunger. No more war. Just a perfect, simulated existence within the 'New-World.exe'. They will never know they aren't real. Isn't that the ultimate 'Insurance Policy'?"

“You said that the shifters were here first. Like, before the European settlers came over, right?” He nodded, “Our people have been here as long as the North American Natives. We evolved from the same peoples.” “Then do you know if your people have any stories about…maybe not utopian, but societies where true free cities, where all species did live in tandem with one another. Not just a central two monopolizing resources while the others duke it out for just enough to stay afloat.” “La Isla de las Estrellas, or Isla Estrella for short. The island of the Stars,” he nodded. “It’s just a myth, though. Kind of like Atlantis.”

​Five Years After the Exodus ​The world did not return to the way it was before the Great Collapse. It became something entirely new, a biological machine of obsidian, emerald, and gold. ​Neo-Tokyo was no longer a city of steel and glass; it was a Megapropolis. The "Living Spire" had reached a height of three thousand meters, its canopy spreading like a massive, organic umbrella over the entire Kanto Plain. The "Gutter" was now the Deep-Root District, a cool, shaded labyrinth of hanging gardens and bioluminescent plazas where the air was so pure it tasted like mountain water.

Athena asked. “A whole new galaxy the size of three heavens. It is one that knows no filth or life. It has an energy so pure that and untainted; an energy undivided. It is true utopia.” Odin had a look of admiration and a bit of infatuation on his face as he spoke. His eyes flashed brilliantly like a youthful man lost in the throes of passion, and his description of the place had Athena sharing in his emotion.

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,"

“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: scho

The chair immediately adjusted itself for her size, so that she could reach all of the controls easily. “We know that this is difficult to believe, but it is true,” said Raijin, “We are very much alive and well.” “We’ve even connected with our families back home,” said Freya. “They thought we were dead. Safe assumption though. People get transported to other worlds all the time, right? Well, at least only in fiction, I guess. This time, we made it through to some sorta human utopia. Some sorta paradise.” “It is not a peaceful kind of utopia,” interjected Raijin. “Rather, it is the kind that provides for all types of people. There is great peace, but also great violence. Think of it as heaven

Too dead. Its new target is inevitable. The Council’s last bastion. A place they called the Zenith. A utopia of absolute order. A thousand worlds moving in perfect, silent synchrony. No crime. No conflict. No unwanted growth. A masterpiece of control. A cancer of perfection, in the Gardener’s eyes.

James laughed. Inside the Perisphere, the tour of the futuristic idealistic city of the next millennia, Democracity, was viewed from revolving balconies that formed sizeable rings suspended above the idealized city. From there, mingled with the rest of the excited fairgoers, they watched a six minute video with Democracity portrayed as the utopian vision. Designed of residential neighborhoods called Pleasantvilles and interspersed with industrial Millvilles in a mixed-use type zoning separated by beautiful fields reserved for agriculture and recreation, it was sterile and clean and promised egalitarian happiness. At the business and industrial hub of Democraci

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.