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Dystopia, everyone assumes that it is full of terror and everything wrong in a world but that is only the face value. The definition stops before the real meaning becomes apparent. With all great empires, worlds and societies there was once dystopia. It is only the beginning and everything beyond is just fate brought on by the first actions. Dystopia only comes around again when a society fails to continually grow and prosper. Just like any natural forest, an old society must fall to grow back stronger. The only thing standing between the fall of a society is the survivors and that is all who remain. The strong, the fast, the brave, the brains, and most important of all, the lucky. Take the Aztec for example, they became stable in their power and grew to control a slew of land left, right, up and down. However, once they owned all this land and controlled all these people, they became stagnant. They continued their traditions of course and watched the stairs but beyond this they did nothing. They did not increase their knowledge on weapons or armor because they assumed nothing could match them in power. They did not seek knew knowledge because they assumed, they knew it all. This is the fault of many societies and because of this fault many fall into dystopia when another has made their presence known. When the Spanish first arrived and traded and finally enslaved the populace around their landing area, they were something of a god or all-powerful warrior. As the Spanish moved across the land mass and conquered tribes left and right, only then did the Aztecs believe that the Spanish were led by Quetzalcoatl, the god of life, light and wisdom. Had they been more prepared and continued to grow their empire and their knowledge of everything around them they would have been more prepared to defend themselves from invaders, instead the Aztecs gave their throne to him. Therefore, dystopia is not all evil and terrible. Only the survivors can keep a group going, only the people that are motivated to become better in everyway can stand the test of time. Dystopia is no evil, only the very beginning of something far greater, something far better for a society. Corruption always wins in the end and therefor there must be a way to cleanse any society of such corruption. Dystopia is a tool. A powerful tool that is not controlled by simple beings. There are many shows, books, movies etc. About dystopias and all the horrors that people must face and for many of these the ending always seems somber but as many people have said, great things take time. The struggles that are faced by these survivors are struggles that they will remember and not allow to happen again. They will be smarter naturally from past experiences and will pass that on for future generations that is why dystopia is just a cycle. A cycle of nature cannot be bad or good. It is just the way it is.

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“Jonathan, are you ready?” A soft voice asks me, and I turn to see the my mother standing before me. I look around, taking in the view of the neighborhood I grew up in for the last time. All around me, the neighbors I have known since I could remember wave me goodbye, the adults looking almost sad - almost regretful. Confident, I nod my head.

“Yes, I am ready,” I declare, and I am instantly lead by the hand inside a building on the neighborhood’s edge. Excitement courses through me - after all, this is the only building in the neighborhood that I have never entered, and after a decade I am walking in full stride. The interior of the building, however, is almost underwhelming. In the center of the large room sits a school desk, a clipboard holding some paperwork on top.

“Fill these out, Jonathan,” My mother says, handing me a pen. With that, she turns around and leaves the building - and the door vanishes the moment she leaves, being replaced by solid wall. The windows too also vanish, featureless wall taking their places. A choking darkness consumes the room, but moments later a lone light turns on, shining on the desk. Taking that as a cue to go to the desk, I head there.

The paperwork, upon inspection, looks strange. It asks me questions about things such as, “Exploration,” or “Virtual Reality.” I fill in many of the answers to the best of my ability, but these questions catch me off guard, especially when it comes to asking me what I want to be as an adult - I have never truly thought of it! After what feels like hours, I finally finish off the stack of paperwork.

“Good Jonathan, now place the work inside the desk,” My mother voice projects through the room. I quickly look around, but I do not see her. Doing as she said like I always do, I pop open the top of the desk, placing the clipboard inside. The instant I close the desk back up, however, the light cuts off again.

I have never been a fan of the darkness, and now it is so thick that I couldn’t see my hands right in front of my face. The darkness remains for around a minute - although it feels like an eternity - when the light cuts back on. The first thing I notice is the absence of the desk, which must of been removed in the confusion. In it’s place, however, is a wall of text, spelling out a strange message.

“You have completed the Virtual Assimilation Tracking System. Please remove your headset at this time,” I read to myself, confused at the words. I look around - and see my mother approaching me.

“Happy Tenth Birthday, Jonathan,” my mother says - and to my utmost shock, a single tear falls out of her eye. My mother, who was always so emotionless, is crying. I was so confused as to why, until I removed the headset, and looked at the real world for what it was.

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Samuel could feel the wind rushing through his hair as he sped down the busy urban highway. With his hands at the wheel of his new Model 11, Sam felt unstoppable. He was invincible, and not a soul in this city could hurt him in any way. Then the road ended. Government funding cuts led to unfinished highways, and this happened to be one of them. Samuel went hurtling off of the road at top speed, not fully realizing what was happening until it was too late. He began to panic and shake, unbuckling himself from the car and searching for a safe way out. The car smashed into the ground, and everything went black…

Samuel awoke in a soft bed surrounded by bright lights, when he realized that he couldn’t move his limbs. He began to get nervous, and look around the room to observe his surroundings. Sam noticed that he was in a hospital room, and all around him was surveillance technology of some kind.

Sam began to call out, “Hello? Is anybody there? Can you hear me?” He twisted around and called out louder. As the twisting became more violent, a doctor finally walked into the room.

“Hello Samuel, welcome to the hospital. You have been in a horrible crash, and —”

“Yeah! I know that thanks. But why am I surrounded by cameras and in an isolated room? What’s going on here?” Sam yelled in response. The doctor simply smiled and turned away, walking out of the room.

The cameras suddenly snapped on, and began to speak in a synthetic voice, “Hello Samuel. You have been selected for biological testing for the betterment of humankind. Your sacrifice will save many others. Testing beginning in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.”

Panels in the ceiling suddenly opened up, and robotic claws descended from them. Unable to resist, Samuel just closed his eyes and waited, as the claws began to pick up his limbs to examine them. They twisted his arms around in order to get good viewpoints, causing Samuel to grimace in pain. Right from the outside of the room, the doctor could be heard taking notes, and Samuel focused on that sound to help block out the pain. The claws continued to inspect him, moving on to his head. They poked at his eyes and nose, and lifted up his lips to examine his dental structure. After an excruciatingly long hour, the claws finally retracted back into the ceiling and disappeared. The doctor walked back into the room and gave Samuel a smile.

“Well Samuel, good news!” the doctor exclaimed, “As it turns out, that claw investigation was all we needed for this experi- medical procedure. You are now free to leave the hospital.”

“There’s just one problem with that,” Sam replied, “I can’t move. My limbs refuse to respond to my brain signals, and therefore I am stuck in this bed.”

The doctor frowned, and rubbed his chin as if evaluating this statement. He finally looked back at Samuel and spoke. “Unfortunately, I’m not sure I can help with that. I can, however, deal with you.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Sam questioned.

“Let’s just say you won’t have to deal with this problem anymore,” the doctor replied coldly, before lifting Samuel off of the bed and hoisting him over his shoulder. As they walked down the hallway, Samuel protested and yelled but the doctor just continued to tread forward. They finally reached a door and walked through it. Samuel looked around and saw a large garbage disposal. He began to panic and twist around, causing the doctor to turn his head and scowl at him.

“Maybe you should have been more careful when driving,” he stated coldly, dropping Samuel off of a platform and into the disposal. For the next 10 minutes, all that could be heard was an excruciating crunching noise. When it finally died out, the doctor pulled out a radio and spoke into it, “Call the cleaning room over to sector 3. We have another situation with the garbage disposal.”

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This is Serpent's dystopian story, pasted here for ease of access.

Day 1.

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As the warlord looked out his window he could not help but smile. His creation, his perfect picture of the world, had been fulfilled. Whole societies run by A.I overseers, the branded working in the mines, oh what a beautiful site. Ever since the Great War everything thing has been perfect. The dirt where they should be, serving the rightful good. The nobles where they should be, crushing the branded under their boot. He is not sure if he is good, nor does he care. For there is no such thing as true justice, justice is decided by the victor.

1000 years ago

The war was just beginning. The Fellers, as they were known, against the Ascended. The Fellers were the common folk, they were everywhere. The Ascended, however, were what everyone called the elfs. While the Fellers greatly outnumbered them, the Ascended were much more powerful.

So when the Fellers called war on them, they sort of surged it off. Though they were wrong to be so arrogant, for it would not be that easy.

After war was declared the Ascended stayed in their woods, not caring at all about the challenge. This turned out to be a grave mistake, for while they had enchanted the forest to be fireproof, even enchantments fail when faced with an army of flamethrowers. As such what would later be called the battle of enswazya was one by the Fellers

Though this would not be unnoticed by the Ascended. They were pissed after an estimate 20000 of their kind were killed of the estimated 50000 that were alive at the time. They retaliated with the battle of sywazendale

At this battle the elfs launched a large scale fire attack on the southern part of Feller territory, burning millions in the process. This however took a lot of energy leaving a lot of them defenseless.a good amount were killed in that battle from both sides. As the Ascended were growing desperate they sent a young one, named Gavin Nightblossom, to the place of the gods to seek help.

Gavin had a hard journey to the land of the gods. It took him nearly a years to make his pilgrimage, on account of the bears and bandits. Their were so many he could not even remember the amount of times he was attacked. Anyway by the time he got there he was ragged and beat up, and that was a problem considering he had to prove himself worthy.

It was a hard battle but he had one. His task was to retrieve a orb from a skeletal graveyard. No matter how many times he killed them they just came back. Once he returned he was on the brink of death. The gods took him in and healed him. Then they started his training.

His training was long and hard. They had him strained almost all the time with rarely any time to relax. Anytime he collapsed they revived him and put him back to work. By the time his body got into enough shape to handle the training he thought he was done. Except he wasn’t. It was time for stage two.

There were very few Ascended left in the final battle only a few thousand. It seemed like the Fellers were going to win, until a shadow loomed over the field. It was a dragon. Though not just a dragon, but a dragon with a Ascended on its back.

The dragon went and killed every last feller on the battlefield. The ones remaining who were not fighting surrendered, and as such the Fellers fell and the Ascended ascended.

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It had been 1000 years since the warlord Gavin had seen even the slightest hint of a rebellion, yet here it was. His systems offline, a army at his door. He did not even have the strength to summon a dragon try as he might. He pondered his life choices, if he was right. As he did this they kept killing more and more of the guards, coming near his room. As they burst it open his head was cut clean off, and with that clean blow the Fellers ascended and the Ascended fell.

Whine, whine. Make your own 500 word dystopian, then you can complain.

You really went and did it. I am actually surprised. 

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