Quotes About Dystopia

No one confessed the Machine was out of hand. Year by year it was served with increased efficiency and decreased intelligence. The better a man knew his own duties upon it, the less he understood the duties of his neighbor, and in all the world there was not one who understood the monster as a whole. Those master brains had perished.

By these days it was a demerit to be muscular. Each infant was examined at birth, and all who promised undue strength were destroyed. Humanitarians may protest, but it would have been no true kindness to let an athlete live; he would never have been happy in that state of life to which the Machine had called him; he would have yearned for trees to climb, rivers to bathe in, meadows and hills against which he might measure his body. Man must be adapted to his surroundings, must he not?

Creamos la Máquina para que actuase según nuestra voluntad, pero ya no somos capaces de hacer que la Máquina se someta a ella. Nos ha robado el sentido del espacio y el sentido del tacto, ha disuelto las relaciones humanas y ha reducido el amor a un mero acto carnal, ha paralizado nuestros cuerpos y nuestra voluntad y ahora nos conmina a adorarla. La Máquina se desarrolla, pero no a nuestro servicio.

We created the Machine, to do our will, but we cannot make it do our will now. It was robbed us of the sense of space and of the sense of touch, it has blurred every human relation... it has paralysed our bodies and our wills, and now it compels us to worship it... The Machine proceeds--but not to our goal.. if it could work without us, it would let us die

We are caught," continued the good doctor, "in the iron treads of a technological juggernaut. A mindless machine. With a breeder reactor for a heart.

I said, smiling very wide and droogie: 'Well, if it isn't fat stinking billygoat Billyboy in poison. How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip-oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly, thou.' And then we started.

Where do I come into all of this? Am I just some animal or dog?' And that started them off govoreeting real loud and throwing slovos at me. So I creeched louder still, creeching: 'Am I just to be like a clockwork orange?

Opera houses! Cities on the moon! Ridiculous. They would all do better to put their faces on the curbs and wait for the boys who come through the city dragging sledges stacked with corpses.

Although it was published in 1977, "A Scanner Darkly's" mood is already postpunk.

It's been an old saw in science fiction for a long time, since 'Frankenstein,' that we're going to create life that's going to turn on us.

Em tempos, os homens entregavam o pensamento às máquinas, na esperança de que isso os libertasse. Mas só permitiu que outros homens com máquinas os escravizassem

Once men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them." " 'Thou shalt not make a machine in the likeness of a man's mind

Bir zamanlar, insanlar düÅŸünme iÅŸini makinelere devretmiÅŸ, böylece özgürleÅŸmeyi umut etmiÅŸlerdi; ama bu, makinelere sahip baÅŸka insanlar?n onlar? köleleÅŸtirmesine yol açt? sadece.

Once, men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them.

Then he saw the human figures moving into the flower fields, sweeping them with strange scythelike devices—dew gatherers. Water so precious here that even the dew must be collected.

It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice. There are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia.

There is a great deal of cyberpunk that I admire, especially the work of William Gibson which I think is excellent. Somehow he speaks from his own heart and cyber punk is what comes out.

In every revolution, there are winners and losers. Every dystopia is a utopia for somebody else. It just depends where you are. Are you in the class that benefits, or are you in the class that's not?

Nineteen Eighty-Four is not the novel that previews what's coming; it's rather Aldous Huxley's Brave New World. The contemporary social critic James Poulos calls this the "Pink Police State": an informal arrangement in which people will surrender political rights in exchange for guarantees of personal pleasure.

In his writing about communism's insidiousness, Mi?osz referenced a 1932 novel, Insatiability. In it, Polish writer Stanis?aw Witkiewicz wrote of a near-future dystopia in which the people were culturally exhausted and had fallen into decadence. A Mongol army from the East threatened to overrun them.

Donna Leon. But she also liked history, so I handed over Jacqueline Winspear and John Banville. A little questioning changed the trajectory. I extolled Kate Atkinson and P. D. James, suggested Transcription. She mentioned liking Children of Men. I mentioned The Handmaid's Tale, which of course she had already read, then I catapulted over to my most special lady, Octavia Butler. One of my all-time favorite characters is bitter, angry, tender Lilith, who has lots of transcendent

If I were a teacher, I would recommend that all my students very hurriedly read most of Orwell's books, especially 1984 and Animal Farm, because then they'd begin to understand the world we live in.

I have watched enough science fiction films to accept that humanity's unchecked pursuit of learning will end with robots taking over the world.