Perfect crime,' he said softly. 'Yes?' 'Persuade an innocent, idealistic young girl that the future of the human race depends on her sacrificing her own life. She will come into hospital as trustingly as a lamb to the slaughter. She will welcome the implantation of a baby that will kill her. She'll lie there while her brain is destroyed for nine whole months, and no police will arrest you, no court will judge you, you'll get away scot free. At the end of nine months she'll be taken off life support and she'll be completely dead. And no one will be blamed.
sacrifice dystopia
Freedom breeds uncertainty; uncertainty invites chaos.
dystopia science-fiction noir
So, in the end, above ground you must have the Haves, pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty, and below ground the Have-nots, the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour. Once they were there, they would no doubt have to pay rent, and not a little of it, for the ventilation of their caverns; and if they refused, they would starve or be suffocated for arrears. Such of them as were so constituted as to be miserable and rebellious would die; and, in the end, the balance being permanent, the survivors would become as well adapted to the conditions of underground life, and as happy in their way, as the Upper-world people were to theirs.
capitalism dystopia science-fiction
To enslave an individual troubles your consciences, Archivist, but to enslave a clone is no more troubling than owning the latest six-wheeler ford, ethically. Because you cannot discern our differences, you assume we have none. But make no mistake: even same-stem fabricants cultured in the same wombtank are as singular as snowflakes.
slavery dystopia science-fiction clones
Every faction conditions its members to think and act a certain way. And most people do it. For most people, it's not hard to learn, to find a pattern of thought that works and stay that way. But our minds move in a dozen different directions. We can't be confined to one way of thinking, and that terrifies our leaders. It means we can't be controlled. And it means that no matter what they do, we will always cause trouble for them.
dystopia thinking
Oh that voice, so sweet. Rich, like the taste of vanilla ice cream, vowels like flute music, warm caramel consonants. She could float in that voice forever and not miss a thing.
dystopia ya urban-fantasy
The zoo grounds reeked of desolation, but the silence had an undercurrent, a silvery vibe, like the hush of a concert hall just before the first note.
Everything in our background has prepared us to know and resist a prison when the gates begin to close around us... But what if there are no cries of anguish to be heard? Who is prepared to take arms against a sea of amusements? To whom do we complain, and when, and in what tone of voice, when serious discourse dissolves into giggles? What is the antidote to a culture's being drained by laughter?
dystopia media laughter criticism
My chest tightens to the point I fear my heart will suffocate from the pressure of it. Society's standards are the total opposite from how I was raised. The boy who I thought to be so strikingly handsome has less than a year of his life to live, my new friend only a few more months beyond that. Yet they are living these uneventful lives in which they don't think there is a reason for anything. Will I ever see my mother again, or is this how I will be forced to live the rest of my life, as well?
life-and-death dystopia dystopian dystopian-fiction
No one believes more firmly than Comrade Napoleon that all animals are equal. He would be only too happy to let you make your decisions for yourselves. But sometimes you might make the wrong decisions, comrades, and then where should we be?
dystopia political
My tears had unexpectedly become real.
sci-fi dystopia scifi political-thriller
Anything but chicken, and some honesty on the side, please.
We're more alike than you realize.
I'm a wanted fugitive, and you're an upstanding bachelor of the year!
You'd be surprised what I can do with a butter knife.
Life involves a lot of unknowns.
Oh, I wonder if there's another way.
This was my world: cold, tangled and distorted. -Keira
I know who I am, and I'm being true to myself.
And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.
absence dystopia ally-condie crossed young-adult-fiction dystopian-fiction
Is it better for a man to have chosen evil than to have good imposed upon him?
dystopia
Your worst enemy, he reflected, was your nervous system. At any moment the tension inside you was liable to translate itself into some visible symptom.
Modesty is invisibility.. Never forget it. To be seen to be is to be.. Penetrated. What you must be girls, is impenetrable.
modesty fear dystopia dogma
Only the sweetest of the sweet would bring brownies to the apocalypse.
If love dies, that's when we've all truly died.
inspirational dystopia
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