My dystopian sci-fi novel

The book takes place 120 years in the future in the United States.

Many important liberal benchmarks for society have been met in metropolitan areas: teachers are valued like doctors, primary schools are hands-on (Montessori, drumming, engineering) while high school is trade-based, and culture is the basis of education (the cultures which are represented in America are treated with reverence.) Some cities have been redesigned for walking and creating a lot of waste carries huge stigma; energy efficiency is supported by daily conscientious actions. Wealthy and middle-class Americans have appropriated Confucian values from their military ally, the Chinese state, as they have found that (their version of appropriated) Confucianism is a stabilizing set of principles which they can agree upon. Contrary to progress, citizens are under surveillance until they complete a rigorous certification.

Some rural areas are like another world. Many counties have legislated against surveillance, and are penalized by losing funding for roads, waste disposal, adequate funding for schools. A permissive spirit reigns, and the highest values is freedom (defined as the freedom to do what one wills). Rural areas are anti-military and carry an awareness of abuses perpetrated by the State. Authenticity and lack of pretense characterize rural America.


On the 50th floor of a high rise in St. Louis, MO in 2140, a highly sensitive girl is born into a cavernous apartment. While her mother hates life and her father twiddles with relics from the Internet Age, Bee lives in her own world, which is only broken by the love of her genius brother and humiliations at school caused by continual hiccuping, blushing, nosebleeds, vomiting, and uncontrollable shivering. As a child she is acutely aware of her own future death.

Fast forward to adulthood: Bee, now a dissatisfied primary teacher, is prescribed betoniq, the anti-anxiety medication which keeps 2/3 of city-dwelling Americans stable. Her stagnating, now-bum brother takes a minute away from his supposed video-game programming to fill her in on common knowledge.

“At Ft. Wane they grow acres of the source for that shi under lockdown. Not that anyone besides the guns gets to use real betony.”

And then this: “Well of course it’s the only place where thousands of seed-bearing species are preserved.”

And this: “I’d bet the only non-copyrighted plants you’ve ever seen in your life were the weeds on crazy uncle dan’s honeybee place.”

And: “You know that plants used to grow nondead seeds.”

Bee’s journey takes her out of the city into the rural US, to the military base/corporate headquarters/geodesic dome/Edenic paradise where the real medicinal and life-giving plants are hoarded. The spirits of people who had been killed by military and police violence guide her to subvert the corporate and State claims to own life itself. Through the journey is a profound encounter with her body (as volatile as she has experienced it in the past) through her encounter with the earth.

Genre: Science fiction/hero’s journey

Atmosphere/inspiration: Brave New World


Before a few nights ago, I was imagining the book as an expansive life-journey with multiple stages. The focus on the horror that plants are now being OWNED (GMO, Monsanto, ect) was an early stage in the book’s life, but it had fallen away. Now it’s back!


Interestingly, I think that the priesthood has fallen out of Bee’s story now that I’m in this tighter narrative. (That’ll spin off into another story.) This one is more about a woman coming into her prophetic calling/voice/authority.

I’d envisioned the book in 1st person, and I think it still is.

Major theme: death. I want to contrast the fruitless death of destruction from war and police brutality with the death that is part of growth (the grain of wheat that falls and dies). The dead seeds vs. the living seeds are the carrier of this theme.


Still needing to grow in how race and racism play into the book. I think that Bee’s father is a white supremacist (hopefully they will not exist that far into the future), which will give me an opportunity to lay open that ugliness. I want to read more visions, especially from Black authors, of what the future SHOULD be. I want to portray a hopeful future in that light: this is what we are going towards.

6 thoughts on “My dystopian sci-fi novel

  1. This was so fun to read! And, I actually saw a lot of Arline’s sentiments in here too about a future that is just… a world in which all of creation is cared for. I also love where you lead us with the experience of Bee’s body – embodiment is the human experience in so many ways. I wonder if you have prayed with that sensation of embodiment lately and if you have come to different understandings of your own self at different points of your life?

  2. Leah, this is so creative. I have to say it goes a little beyond my comfort level as I generally don’t enjoy dystopian themes. It does include a lot to ponder, though. Some of your visions seem inconsistent to me, but I wonder if that is part of the creative process. As I have said, I don’t consider myself a creative person and I look forward to a better understanding of how that works.

  3. Hi, Leah. Your look into the future is expansive. I love the focus on death as part of growth, your image of the seed dying to bring about new life. That’s more than a glimmer of hope in this dystopic world. How is this playing out for you as first-person narrator?

  4. Leah, ahhhh!! I am SO excited about this. Reading your dream made me dream. This is gorgeous and vivid.
    Have you read Louise Erdrich’s Future Home of the Living God? If not, you totally should, for so so many reasons.
    You say that priesthood is no longer a focus in this vision – instead, Bee’s prophetic call is at the center. I’m excited about that and I’m curious to learn more about how her call manifests. The spirits of the dead/murdered are the primary agents in her call, right? Also, does Bee’s family have any religious roots? I wonder what role religion plays in the world – you mention a cooptation of Confucian values by the upper classes, but I wonder about other traditions. Is Christianity an explicit part of this world?
    This is my jam. So excited.

  5. I am so excited to read this. It’s got me thinking–Jesus’ death was just one of the 3 that day at the hands of the state, after being beaten and raped by the guards the night before his death. Is there a difference between fruitless death and death that is part of growth, or is it up to us to turn fruitless death, like George Floyd’s, who similarly fell 3 times and died of asphyxiation, into a catalyst for change? I think of Romero, “If they kill me I will rise again in the Salvadoran people.” How do we “contrast the fruitless death of destruction from war and police brutality with the death that is part of growth (the grain of wheat that falls and dies)”? Does it have to do with preparation for death, or what happens afterwards?

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