World building exercises are possibly my favourite way of developing a story. You can create tiny snipits of information in any way that you like, and when you put them all together you have created a world in which you can base your latest story! Here is an example I did for uni, it has my commentary at the end explaining my ideas!
A
Future Utopia/Dystopia
“The
Police”
“Sorry mate, you know
the rules, you can’t come up here.”
“But please, my ball
rolled under the gate, I just want to go and get it.”
“No mate, you know the
rules, you’re a middle dweller, no one goes up, and no one goes down. Middle
class, middle levels, middle dweller. Upper class only through ‘ere, and they
have the same rules, they aren’t allowed down here to your level. It’s for the
best, I'm a middle dweller too, as soon as I finish duty I have to leave the no
go zone, I have never even see any of them upper tiers.”
The small, wide eyes
child stared at the man before him, a small diamond shaped tear drop forming in
his eye. He knew it was pointless arguing, even at the age of nine. Every child
that could speak knew the rules; no one goes up, no one goes down. Class
boundaries had become physical rather than hypothetical following the uprising
two hundred years ago. There was nobody left alive that remembered the
conflicts, but the upper echelons still lived in fear of rebellion, and knew
that the best was to prevent this was to ensure people stayed with their own.
If you couldn’t leave, and you never came in to contact with the powers that
be, you could not fight against them. His eyes scanned across the logo
emblazoned on the officer’s top. SPOC-B; Special Police Of Class Boundaries.
“Preserving Order, Preventing Chaos”.
*
“CHUTE CLIMBER DEATH TOLL HITS
1000’S”
A
special report by The Level Two Weekly.
The
fad known as “black holing” is becoming more dangerous by the day. Popular
amongst young boys and girls, the life threatening sport involves climbing down
the rubbish disposal chute; with the further you descend bringing you more
respect and reverence amongst your peers.
This
potentially deadly sport involves no safety equipment and has led to the
disappearance and assumed deaths of over a thousand teenagers, with them
falling down the disposal chutes.
Some
may have survived the terrible fall, but there ordeal would be far from over,
as every citizen knows the chutes come out in the underlands, where savages
will inevitably murder them; this newspaper is anxiously waiting for the day
that we see one of our young people, whom has fallen during one of these
dangerous stunts, appearing on our screens, on the popular show “Underwars”,
though we hope this day will never come.
*
UNDERWARS!!!
Your
favourite TV show is back! And it’s better than ever!
With
more blood and gore, higher quality cameras inserted by our brave
reconnaissance teams, and a new war ready to begin, this season promises to be
our best ever!
Tune
in every night as we bring you live images of the Underlander’s as they fight
for power!
Don’t
miss it.
*
“Structure”
Everyone knew the
story, but it still fascinated her to read it. She dreamt of what lay above at
night, dreamt of what lay outside the walls of the gigantic citadel. No one
really knew, not on her level anyway. There were rumours of course, but no
middle leveller had been outside for centuries. Not since the wars. She knew
the structure though, the people that lived at the top made sure they knew.
There were four levels in total; two above her and one below her. The middle,
where she lived, was the city. An enclosed metropolis with shops of every kind.
Then above her were the Upper Classes, in the Upper Levels. They controlled
trade, and gave raw food and materials to the city in exchange for worked
goods. Having a skill was important here, without it you couldn’t trade. Then
at the top, oh how she longed to know what lay at the top! The rumours were
various, but most agreed upon was the spire. One individual spire that
apparently stuck out of the top of the citadel, in which one person lived. He,
or she (she liked to imagine women ruled the world), controlled everything.
They were the only people that could leave the city. The only people that saw
what was outside. They brought in the food and the materials. They traded with
the Upper Classes, and they provided for the city.
But what scared her
most was what lay below. The Underlands always frightened her. It was a cesspit
of decay and debauchery, with gangs of mutant like men and women fighting for
power and living off the scraps of waste that were tipped down the chutes. It
was the only level that other classes could see, with the TV show Underwars
being broadcast daily. It disgusted her, the way the crowd leered and watched
people tearing each other apart. But she would never speak out, and she would
never try to save them. That wasn’t how it worked.
*
OFTCOP report citadel 3245
Laws
currently in place; please revise and agree before implementation in other
citadels.
·
One Newspaper per citadel, to be viewed
for editing purposes before distribution.
·
Cameras in every causeway or corridor
for protection and security of Middle Levellers.
·
Weapons prohibited on Middle Level, pain
of death.
·
Narcotics prohibited on Middle Level,
pain of death. (exception, Criqtonic.)
·
Alcohol prohibited on Middle Level, pain
of death.
·
Religion prohibited on Middle Level,
pain of death.
All
trade controlled by OFTCOP, monopolisation on Upper Level, but advertising and
competition allowed on Middle Level to provide incentive for quality in goods.
All
healthcare controlled and provided, free of charge, by OFTCOP (excluding
Underlands). Illness of an infectious type treated in quarantine. Illness of a
terminal type treated by euthanasia. Anyone found hiding someone with an
infectious illness punishable by removal to labour camp.
Please
review these laws; they are currently fully implemented in citadel number 3245
with complete effectiveness. Dissent is not apparent in any faction.
OFTCOP;
Organisation For The Care Of People.
*
“Resources”
He
had heard so many rumours about the camps. He knew the elites, ghosts that they
were, paid your family a reasonable wage if you went there. He also knew it was
an effective way to avoid poverty. But more than any of this he knew that no
one ever came back. It was rumoured that you got to go outside, which to a
Middle Leveller is like being told you can go to El Dorrado. But with no one
returning this could never be confirmed. Despite this he left. He tried to
acquire a skill but apprenticeships were scarce with a growing population and
he wanted to make sure his family was properly provided for. He signed up, and
a week later they came to take him. He said his goodbyes, and left his family
for ever. He didn’t feel sad, he knew they would be better off without him; one
less mouth to feed, one more income to feed them with. He had no idea where
they would take him, nor how long he could expect his life to last; he had
known families to receive money for ten years, but he had known some to only
get a few months. And when the money stops coming there is nothing you can do. But
on that day, two years ago, he got in to the back of one of the SPOC-B vans,
and there he sat for hours, waiting to find out what he had signed up for. Then
he felt the van stop, and he looked at the doors, willing them to open. Slowly
the handle turned down, and a slither of light penetrated the dark and dingy
van. Then suddenly the door was thrust open, and his first experience of sunlight
nearly blinded him. His eyes adjusted slowly, and before him were great plains,
flat and dotted with plantations. These farms were, he later found out, the
source of food for the citadel, and were run by the Elites. It was hard work,
especially with the blazing heat, and people rarely lasted longer than a few
years, but it was better than nothing.
*
“The Great War”
Data log 1278.
Archive Records; Citadel Library
A
long time ago, when people lived outside, and war riddled the world, there was
a class structure. But this class structure was not set in stone, and people
could transcend their class boundaries, rise up, and take power. There was a
rebellion, the poor and the weak rose up and tried to overthrow the rich and
the powerful. This was a war of new proportions, a civil war with catastrophic
consequences. Armies and families and friends were split in their loyalties,
and the war ravaged the land. But the upper classes prevailed and maintained
their power, crushing the lower classes. The worst of the suffering came for
the middle class, who lost trade and civility amidst the treacherous war
brought by the ungrateful bottom classes. To prevent a war like this ever
happening again, and to protect the interests and safety of the loyal middle
classes, the Citadel Project began, and the treasonous bottom classes were cast
in to the Underlands to fight amongst themselves for all eternity. Class
boundaries became set in stone, and war and crime were virtually eradicated. The
upper classes and elites took care of, and still do take care of, those who
show loyalty to the preservation of order and decorum and the right way of
things.
Commentary
In
this collection of articles, advertisements and stories I wanted to create a
fictional, futuristic dystopian society. My aim was for the society to be
totalitarian and be run by a complete dictatorship, with class boundaries being
present in a physical form. To do this I created citadels, and focused on one
specifically, although the idea was for them to all be the same in structure.
The
Citadels are roughly the size of a small city, and are completely enclosed and
windowless. The citizens live in the section that reflects there class status,
with the citadel being a pyramid shape with a spire rising from the middle. As
the levels get taller they become less densely populated, with the spire in the
middle rising above everything else and housing no one but the most elite one
or two people in the city.
To
prevent movement between the different class levels I invented a police force,
the “SPOC-Bs”. These guard a three storey layer between each class level and
stop people from being able to visit other class levels; this works both ways,
so the elites may control the other levels but they can never visit them. My
first piece, “The Police”, is supposed to reflect this complete no go zone and
show how the inability to move from level to level is integrated into society.
The
piece entitled “The Great War” is effectively a history of why this
totalitarian dictatorship came to be. The idea I wanted to portray was that the
ruling classes had narrowly squashed a rebellion from the working classes, and
that this had caused serious social and financial difficulties. To prevent this
happening again they invented the physical class boundaries, relying on the
idea that they could monopolise and control a society that was not able to ever
see them. They turned themselves in to fictitious gods, never being seen and
nobody ever really knowing what they are like. I wanted to draw on the idea
that rumour is so often more exaggerated than the truth, so rebellion against
something that nobody knows or understands is much more unlikely. But on top of
this, the Elites have made it their job to, through the upper classes,
completely support the middle classes (or middle levellers). The original
working class are the ones who rebelled, and as a consequence they are forced
to live in the Underlands, (I will go on to explain about these later). But in
order to make sure people don’t speak out against the awful treatment suffered
by the working classes, the Elites have ensured that the middle classes are
completely provided for, whilst any dissent is dealt with immediately.
My
objective was to create a dystopian society that examined how dystopian
societies really worked. Dystopia is so often the result of people aiming for a
utopia, but not realising that what makes one set of people happy may not
benefit or please another, and thus they are forced to use violence and
constraints to make people “see things their way”. Here I wanted the Elites to
actually be creating an idealistic society for the “middle levellers” whilst
also benefitting the upper classes and themselves. The monopolisation of all
trade I think is a good concept, as it means they can set the price that best
suits the economic state of the city at any one time. Money being abolished
prevents people being rewarded unjustly (within the middle levels obviously) as
they trade with the skill they apply to goods. The laws set out in the OFTCOP
report reflect the aspects of free will that I feel would have to be removed
from society in order to create a perfect dystopia/utopia balance; in the drug
ban section I even included a fictional drug as being exempt so as to give the
Elites more control and power (being the only ones that can distribute this
drug) whilst also giving the citizens a vice or way to de-stress. The removal
of religion is important, and the punishment of death that is applied to anyone
found attempting to practice organised religion sounds severe, but religion is
the cause of so much war that any dystopian dictatorship that was trying to
avoid an uprising would inevitably ban religion with severe penalties.
The
newspaper report about chute climbers was an attempt to show teenage rebellion
and the impossibility that comes with trying to prevent it. My theory was that
the rubbish and waste from all levels is ejected down a chute that ends up in
the Underlands. The teenagers in the middle levels, unable to find thrills in
drug fuelled stupors and alcohol binges like modern day teenagers, look for
thrills in seeing who can climb furthest down the chute. These “Black holers”
play a very dangerous game as they run the risk of falling and dying, or
possibly falling and surviving, only to be trapped in the Underlands.
The
Underwars is a fictional TV show I have created that is simply a series of
video feeds that run from the Underlands. The old working classes that live
down there have become mutated and twisted due to mal-nutrition and incest, and
constantly fight each other for power. Food is scarce in the Underlands so they
fight to survive, with rival gangs slaughtering each other daily. This is the
futuristic bloodsport that all the middle levellers watch, and that the Elites
allow them to watch in the hope that it shows them the punishment for
treachery, whilst also showing the rebellious people to be monsters not fit for
civil society.
With
regards to the resources, they are obviously completely controlled by the
Elites. They are the only people who can leave the Citadel, or at least that is
what most people believe. But inevitably labour is needed to work the miens and
the farms, so people can sign up to work, but will never be allowed to return.
If you sign up to work, then your family will be paid in bread and food as well
as materials with which they can try to make a living, but only for as long as
you live. But if poverty ever befalls a family then they are supported, as
poverty leads to dissent, which in turn leads to rebellion.
Creating
this dystopian/utopian contrasting world was interesting, as I wanted to be
apparent that the dictators in many ways have the masses best interests at
heart, but that they feel people need controlling, and ensure that they prosper
first and foremost.