Day 53: Dysutopia
It’s messed up, she said. It’s not what I thought it would be.
It’s meant to keep us safe, he argued. To protect us. To fight our enemies off.
It’s the world of Big Brother, she cried. It’s the world of Commanders and Handmaids. It’s the world of Alphas and Betas and Malthusian belts. How can you stand such a world?
Because, he said. Because we are a messed up world of faults and sins. A perfect world where nothing can go awry.
It’s a dysutopia, she replied in disgust. It’s a controlled system of thought.
Not so, he answered, aghast.
It is, she mused. It’s a mechanism to protect us from life itself.