The Dystopian Reader — Rosie Schinners Paper Arts

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Chapter 7

One Year Later

It is January 11 l, and I’ve only seen the water today in ephemeral glimpses as a train of mist plows in from the sea. The wind is rattling the storm shutters and the rain sheets continuously down the windows. I just

Chapter 6

We made it to St. Louis by nightfall, parked at a charge station, and went out in search of an open restaurant among all the shuttered storefronts.
The last remnant of the Gateway Arch - a teetering, seventy-foot spire wrapped in a skin o

Chapter Five

Doubled, I walked down the street. Though we are no longer in the Commander’s compound, there are large houses here also. In front of one of them a Guardian is mowing the lawn. The lawns are tidy, the façades are gracious,

Chapter 9: Bobbie

They sat in the galley, the same way they always did. Amos and Clarissa beside each other, Alex at the end of a table across from her. Holden a little apart, and Naomi closer to him than to the others. Bobbie felt the anxiety hummi

0012

I slept for over twelve hours and missed school entirely.
When I finally woke up, I rubbed my eyes and lay there in silence awhile, trying to convince myself that the events of the previous day had actually occurred. It all seemed like a dream

Chapter Nine

During business days, the meeting hall was some kind of a loft in which a coarse cloth made from processed seaweed was cut into smaller pieces for shipment to the retail outlets among the poorer sections. Now the centre of the floor had

Capítulo 6

Finalmente, acontecera. A mensagem, esperada chegara. Parecialhe que esperara toda a vida que aquilo acontecesse.
Caminhava pelo longo corredor no Ministério e estava quase a chegar ao sítio onde Julia Ihe passara o

Part 2 - I

It was the middle of the morning, and Winston had left his cubicle to go to the lavatory.
A solitary figure was coming towards him from the end of the long, brightly-lit corridor. It was the girl with dark hair. Four days had gone past si

Chapter 20
The End of Homo Sapiens

This book began by presenting history as the next stage in the continuum of physics to chemistry to biology. Sapiens are subject to the same physical forces, chemical reactions, and natural-selection processes that

Chapter 2

July 2030
Edwards Air Force Base

John Connor stood up in the open Humvee, raised the powerful binoculars to his eyes, and scoped what was left of the old Edwards Air Force Base and Cyber Research Systems facility on the desert east of L.A

Capitolo 12

Restarmene a letto tranquilla è più difficile, dopo. Vorrei fare qualcosa, saperne di più sul Distretto 13, rendermi utile alla causa per abbattere Capitol City. E invece rimango seduta a far niente, rimpinzandomi di

Chapter 9

The symphony arrived in St. Deborah by the Water in the midafternoon. Before the collapse, it had been one of those places that aren’t definitely in one town or another-a gas station and a few chain restaurants strung out along a roa

Chapter VIII

“They had done it! They had done it at last!
The room they were standing in was long-shaped and softly lit. The telescreen was dimmed to a low murmur; the richness of the dark-blue carpet gave one the impression of treading on vel

Misbelief by Dan Ariely
Introduction: Demonized

“Dan, I can’t believe you have become this person. When did you get so greedy? How have you changed so much?”

I recognized the name on the email, Sharon, a woman I have met several

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Brave New World, pages 150-151

 "But I'm Linda, I'm Linda."' The laughter drowned her voice. "You made me have a baby," she screamed above the uproar. There was a sudden and appalling hush; eyes floated

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Slaughterhouse-Five, pages 96-97

“The banquet hall was illuminated by candlelight. There were heaps of fresh baked white bread on the tables, gobs of butter, pots of marmalade. There were platters of sliced beef from can

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Chapter 9 - East China Sea

“Kurt leaned over the edge of the Sapphire’s swim platform with a long boat hook in hand. Stretching precariously, he looked along the side of the ship as floating debris slid past its gleaming hull.
‘Wh

Part II

The rise of Facebook, Rappler, and the Internet’s Black Hole 2005-2017

Chapter 5 - Hitting the Tipping Point

“When I took over ABS-CBN News, I was given the freedom and resources to create something new, a vision of how a count