Bleak. Dreary. Desolate. Hopeless. The future is approaching, an unflinching juggernaut of indifference. Civilization, the hallmark of mankind’s achievement on Earth, stands in its way.
Dystopian fiction provides a framework for handling the unexpected. Pandemics. Asteroids. Floods. Solar Flares. Nuclear War. Robots. Zombies. Civil War. Ice Age. The list is endless and infinite, just like the gauntlet of dangers that potentially face us day to day. Far from being a work in fiction, Dystopian works are thought experiments about grim, possible futures.
How do you see the world ending? More importantly, how do you see mankind surviving? Will it be in small, tight-knit clans? Orbiting space stations? Or will there be only one, left to somehow preserve the memory of humanity? Will you find humor in your post-apocalyptic world, or has laughter died as well? Does hope survive, or has something new arisen to dominance in the world we once called…
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