On Dystopian Societies

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On Dystopian Societies
A Report on our future world
By Jeffrey Clemmons

The girl scrambled for food through the thick wall of trash, the smell of mildew crossing her nose. She wore a tattered leather jacket and a pair of old jeans with shoes that people once called Chuck Taylors. She cursed when she didn’t find anything and turned back to her brother who was in the shopping cart looking hopefully at her. She sighed, “Nothing.” Her little brother sighs as well and she begins to push him in the cart again, back into the destroyed and broken streets. All around them the buildings had collapsed, they’d been bombed or quaked. Some had merely just deteriorated and broke down by themselves. An old thing made of tons of metal once called a Chevy sat on the side of the road. They went past it without a second glance, and stared through the crunchy and dead grass on what was once a park. Now there were no trees, dark green water that was more than most likely dirt, and the benches were about to break down just like the buildings. A highway bridge not far away next to a McDonalds was broken in he middle, something like a stuntman trick, only the stuntman was dead. The McDonalds sign wasn’t even buzzing today-the batteries had died a good four years ago with the rest of the world. The girl hadn’t tasted a McDonalds burger in what seemed like forever, maybe it was forever. Maybe it wasn’t.

The world had changed so much because of two things: World War III and The Plague. The Plague had ravined through the earth and killed out 92.30% of the entire Human Race, leaving the rest as stragglers. For once there was no such thing as the Rich or the Poor, but The Stragglers and the Grapplers. Barely living and barley eating. That was the Rich and the Poor of this dark new world, where the sky was always covered in black and green clouds. The last blue sky was God knows when. The girl and her brother rolled down the long hill and then they finally reached solid ground again where they rolled along the sidewalk, the basketball court next to them, the ten foot tall chainlink fence disorienting it. Inside a boy and his brother were staring at them with the looks of killers, savages. But that wasn’t appropriate, they were all savages in this world, they were all trying to make it by.

This is only one of many different futures that could occur to our world in just a matter of years, if not weeks. Now, by this time you are probably wondering what is a Dystopian Society, correct? Well, even if you’re not, then this is what it is- A society in which it is the opposite of Utopia, a.k.a. an anti-topia or untopia.

Those two beginning paragraphs define what one of the many dystopian socities there could be. Now, before I confuse you, let me restate what I mean. Those scenes above were the aftermaths of what could have been a Utopia, but something went wrong. Currently, scientist have come up with an operation that can change the sex(gender) of your child, alter their genetics and turn them into a boy or a girl, which ever you choose for the hefty price of 20,000 dollars an operation. Now you may think that this is nothing but a minor thing that won’t alter our future, but you have to think of it all like a domino effect. This is one of my favorite ways of explaining cause and effect in face, the domino effect. So, here’s how it goes. First, you can alter your babies gender. Next, you can alter their appearance. After that, you can change their physical abilities. Soon, you will be able to enhance and decide their IQ level. And not very long after that, you will be able to make the perfect baby.

Or in other words, the end of humanity as we know it. By altering just that one thing now, we destroy our future later. What I mean by that is, you may well be able to create the perfect baby, but you are also creating an entirely new species that could wipe out humanity. Everyone will be striving for the perfect baby and because of that when we...
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