[ WP ] Write a dystopia that turns into a utopia .

I ’ ve never been a man of faith, and neither were most people after the great catastrophe. But, I do have faith in the ingenuity and tenacity of our species. When our planet was flung from the orbit of its sun, the chaos that resulted from the impending freezing darkness resulted in worldwide war and death on the scale usually only imagined in apocalyptic science fiction novels. That is a story of its own, but here I sit, in a small, but cozy, comfortable and safe condo writing about how and why we ’ re still here. 
 
 As it turned out, our species underwent an adjustment, not an extinction. Losing all light and heat from the sun, we took the ground. Far beneath it, we found all the warmth we would ever need closer to the mantle, and from its heat, a practically endless supply of energy. From this energy supply we were able to harvest as much water and recycle as much oxygen as necessary. 
 
 Sometimes people will take guided tours to the surface. You can ’ t go any more with substantial life support, as the surface temperatures are around -240C and the atmosphere has long since frozen. The tourists usually go to the deserts or solid oceans, where the ground is covered by a snow of oxygen, nitrogen, and other gasses that once made up our atmosphere and the stars in the eternal night sky gleam more brilliantly than ever before. Of course, the tourists do not go to New York, London or the other major cities where the burned out husks of massive buildings haunt the darkness and the frozen carcasses of animals and human bodies lie forever in dreary repose. 
 
 But, I must emphasize that life is pretty good down here in what we call the Pit. I work for a UV light company, whose bulbs have replaced the sun for the crops our society now grows. My fiancé is a nurse at the local hospital. Hell, there ’ s still ESPN, and a basketball game between the Pit and Sub-Dallas is airing. Of course, travel is more difficult these days, but it is done. 
 
 The economy is as good now as it ’ s ever been at nearly any time throughout history. There are sufficient resources to go around, sufficient means to produce them, and the upkeep of this place is such that nearly everyone who wants a job can find one. 
 
 With this, scientific and medical research goes on, and the march toward progress continues. One may venture to say that for those of who made it through the catastrophe, life is better than it was before. It ’ s almost perfect, except for one small thing. 
 
 
 
 

