#Dystopic Fiction

[singingbun]

As I hit my late 20s, Eden of the East hits harder now than ever when I first watched it

This is just a bit of a spontaneous post while typing my thoughts aloud.

How does this portrait sound like?

You just got out of high school, not knowing what you want to do in life. So you do the most generic thing that your teachers suggest you to do. Go to university, take an arts degree so that you can figure out what you want for your career. You spend years and years being fed the curriculum that show you no sense of direction, only more misdirects because they want you to think in a certain way; while failing to prepare you to a workforce mindset. When graduation hits, university debts come in, and you find yourself unprepared with whatever high end job that you may have potentially considered. While scouring through job listings, for every interview you sit through, you answer in the most society-acceptable answer in hopes you get a position. But even in that, no employer wants you there. The worst part, they give you trial shifts but never pay you cause its only a ‘trial run’. Then you are left wondering why did everything go so wrong, while you still live with your family, feeling the shame of not being able to live for yourself because of that misstep of not knowing what you wanted to do in life before you entered university.

In contrast, what about this portrait?

You are struggling. You take petty errand jobs just to get enough pay to buy one meal a day. Struggling to make ends meet with no guarantee that you’ll make it out alive before the end of your 20s. Then, a random man comes along, and asks you a question. “If you had a billion in your bank account, what would you do to change the world?” And for whatever answer you gave him, you find yourself unconscious, wake up with a mysterious phone in hand that has a billion with it. Then the phone instructs you that you have been chosen as part of the elite in hopes to save society from their own peril. the game takes the rule that you are granted the opportunity to do so by using that billion currency to bribe, to start a business, to charity, etc.

in retrospect, Eden of the East tell a hauntingly relatable tale of the society’s problem with responsibility while addressing the endless young adults who try to integrate themselves into that society. Now on one hand, Eden of the East tell a variety of themes, though on a cultural level it is indeed a correlation to Japanese society of the roles people must take to survive. The depictions of the struggling protagonist Saki and the growing problem of NEETs became something that struck home with me in the recent years of my struggles. I, who is more than ashamed on my lack of employment, found myself terrified of my future. The same way our main pov protagonist struggled in her seeking for a position within the workforce. I won’t deny that my life is more pathetic, but upon rewatching Eden of the East, it hit home with addressing the expectation of the naive youth while overlooking the true problems that have hindered the ability to properly integrate into the mismatched structures we as a society have built ourselves into.

Much of the idea of being granted 1 billion yen (or dollar) while given that expectation to change the world with it really sounds like a haven to the mind. But when looking into the nuance of the series’ concept, it is actually tragic. Tragic in the sense that humanity’s hubris is the inability to see the consequence of our actions. No matter how virtuous we think ourselves to be, what we do for society will always be chained with consequence. If given the opportunity to be granted 1 billion dollars, would I even be wise enough to know how to start a proper business? Certainly, the first thing I’d do is pay my loved one’s debts, from mortgages, to university debts, etc. But would I be good and capable enough to understand the nuances of people’s struggles? Do I even have what it takes to do the necessary actions, even at the cost or one’s own integrity and morality? In truth, I cannot answer that question, but this series can only give us a hopefulness that cannot easily be achieved within our reach. There’s only a fool’s hope that anyone who is granted such power would use it to the betterment of society.

that is all I can say.

[youcallyourselfafilmcritic]

Happy Christmas Eve!

Pushing this one more time on the day it meant to be released!

I noticed that movies about dystopia in a certain uhhhh mood were releasing over Christmas. I decided to examine the significance of this (if any)

[lilibetbombshell]

[banapsha]

"She is past helping, Frank! Whatever was supposed to happen, happened. A long time ago. I can’t stop anything, because it isn’t happening; it’s already done! I can’t reverse it! I can’t help her!"

-By Banapsha (An extract from a book in works)

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[mysharona1987]

Man, this is some science fiction capitalism dystopian bullshit.

[technicallyclassyperfection]

Paul Gulacy

[neofuturismdump]

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[madame-midnight]

Take me home - Wolftar, Dystopian AU - 1015 words - Angst

Decades and decades ahead of this time, the world is not the same anymore; the streets have more garbage than pedestrians, more automobiles than parking lots and are brighter at night rather than during daytime.

The only things that are still the same are the people; there are still the riches and the declassed, there are still the revolutions and the injustices and there are still the anger and the love.

Remus Lupin was one of those revolutionaries, the ones who made freedom their motto and repeated it so many times that the movement’s veterans didn’t really know what it meant. They went out into the night alleys making uproar, breaking showcases and singing anarchy anthems, as if calling the darkness to follow them in their journey against the system — something that nobody dared to try explain or understand, or even find out the controlling source which dictated the rules the soldiers fulfilled and inflicted with so much pride.

Therefore, it was quite surprising when Remus, so faithful to the revolutionary principles, showed up at all plasma screens tuned in channel 3, up in the mezzanine of an event led by the country's fortunate elite, right next to the most famous singer of the New World which, by any chance, is The Governor's son.

He was the quiet one amongst the big shots, anyway, and it wouldn’t be impossible, despite outrageous, for him to be a traitor, mainly after not showing up so often in the meetings and having a light-headed behavior in those last times, keeping himself silent in the decision-making and don’t even noticing when the reunions came to an end, keeping up sat in the empty room, gazing the air with dilated pupils and a heavy heart. The suspicion ended, though, when the team started getting inside information from an unknown anonymous under the acronym R.L., while Remus disappeared completely from the rebels' day-to-day life.

He didn’t disappear, though, from the media camera sights, being even more present in the most miscellaneous events, camouflaging himself in the crowd of wealthy and faking formidably their content and fulsome expressions, always with Sirius, the pearl of the acclaimed Orion Black — The Governor Of The New World  —, an admired and obedient son.

– You’re feigning again – Sirius said through clenched teeth, while smiling at someone in the crowd, lifting his glass lightly as a greeting.

Remus flexed his shoulder uncomfortably:

– It’s not like you’re that much truthful all the time, dear – he swallows a little gulp from the glass in his hand, disliking the drink a bit but without any mood to search for another.

– You know this is not what I’m talking about, – the prince turn to the golden (and not so bright like once) eyes of his lover – you’re feigning when you’re with me the same way you feign when you’re with them – he points to the gathering around them tilting his head discreetly.

Remus dodges his gaze, sipping the fancy drink again, as if the disgusting taste would distract him from the chat, as if drinking from the bitter goblet was a fair punishment for not being enough for what the situation required, maybe. Sirius’ voice resonates again, like a sweet lullaby, soft and smooth, like it have always sounded to the ears of the rebel:

– I miss you.

– You wouldn’t miss so much if you were at home more than once a month. – rebates quickly, his words snapping in Sirius’ mind painfully – You wouldn’t miss me so much if you didn’t make me miss you, if you didn’t leave me alone in that white and numb place you dare to call home.

– I don’t have another choice, Remus, I need to do this so I won’t rely on my father anymore, so he will choose my brother rather than me to be the next Governor. Success makes me further from the authority position and you know that.

The bitter taste of the drink now was mixing up with the bitterness of annoyance, going down like bile in the back of Lupin's throat.

– And when I say that I miss you I’m talking about the Remus I met that night, the one that never took me seriously and was always ready to talk nonsense with a grin in his face and eyes brighter than the moon.

Sirius held the boy gently by the jaw, directing the gaze to himself. The place burned with a mixture between rebuff and desire.

– You show me off everywhere you go, but I still feel like your dirty little secret. Just ‘cause your conscience is clean from the need of hiding me, it doesn’t mean I don’t feel hidden. – Remus stares at the silver and sad eyes of his lover, taking the hand off his face – You brought me into your misery and expected I wouldn’t become miserable too.

An unpleasant silence made its presence between them, just before a slow song started playing in the huge tapering loudspeakers high at the top of the hall, inviting the couples to the dance floor. Sirius takes Remus hand in his own, pulling him lightly to the middle of the crowd, smiling a grin that didn’t meet his eyes.

– Come on, let’s dance, you’ll feel better.

The rebel could untangle himself, get out of there with heavy steps, leave his pair standing in the middle of the party. He could if he really wanted to.

But even with the fake smile and the eyes full of sorrow contrasting with the outstanding red garment and the dark curls framing his angular face, Sirius was still a set of singularities very pleasing to the eyes, was still the same man that made a libertarian try to fit-in an authoritarian system, even though this very same man never once asked him to. He was still too much for Remus to resist.

So he gave in, the same way he’s been doing since the night the New World’s pearl, too drunk to be coherent, whispered in his ear after a kiss shared in the back of a noisy bar:

– Take me home.

[lolapath]

❅ it's the things we love most that destroy us ❅

This particulate quote never referred to Lucy Gray. Coriolanus Snow might have been convinced that the girl was his biggest mistake. However,the truth is different. He indeed loved Lucy Gray (debatable but I‘d like to think so) but she wasn’t dearest to him. There was one thing he loved the most - power. Snow sacrificed everything , so he can become president of Panem: friends, family, his innocence and a girl he used to call the love of his life. In the end it was power that lead to his fall. Power not only destroyed his whole life but most importantly destroyed his self. The desire to rule killed him.

[futurumterra]

柴 China - The Industrial Future

[quorras]

every time i see someone call tron 'cyberpunk', i lose ten years off my lifespan

[hotcomicstv]

The Art of Death Stranding overview 

[bones-clouds]

books i read in 2024:

"the maze runner"

james dashner

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️, 5

genre: dystopia, post apocalyptic, science fiction, ya

synopsis:

If you ain’t scared, you ain’t human.

When Thomas wakes up in the lift, the only thing he can remember is his name. He’s surrounded by strangers—boys whose memories are also gone.

Nice to meet ya, shank. Welcome to the Glade.

Outside the towering stone walls that surround the Glade is a limitless, ever-changing maze. It’s the only way out—and no one’s ever made it through alive.

Everything is going to change.

Then a girl arrives. The first girl ever. And the message she delivers is terrifying.

Remember. Survive. Run.

[clonemedickix]

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