Building a Believable 2096

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2096: The Future I Hope We Avoid

The world of 2096 did not arrive whole. It arrived the way all built things arrive: one decision at a time, each one constraining the next, until the accumulated weight of the decisions became something you could walk around inside and call a world.

People sometimes ask, with a generosity I find both flattering and slightly alarming, whether the world of Shards of a Shattered Sky came to me in a vision. Whether I woke one morning with 2096 fully formed behind my eyes, complete with its cracked aquifer beds and its tiered privacy architecture and its great internal migration toward the lakes. The honest answer is the less romantic one: it came from a spreadsheet. Or rather, from fourteen of them — fourteen domains of American life, each researched from primary sources, each mapped forward along its documented trajectory, each interrogated for the specific texture it would deposit on a world still recognizably descended from ours.

That process — the translation of data into lived experience, of trajectory into texture, of the institutional into the intimate — is what this post is about. Not the story itself, but the scaffolding beneath it. The part that the reader never sees but always feels.

The First Discipline: Research Before Imagination

The single most important decision I made in building the world of 2096 was the order of operations. Research first. Imagination second. Always.

This is not how dystopian fiction is conventionally advised. The conventional wisdom is to begin with a premise — a single “what if” sufficiently provocative to generate narrative energy — and then build outward from there, populating the premise with systems and societies and consequences that serve the story’s emotional needs. It is sound advice for a certain kind of speculative fiction. It is advice that produces worlds that feel invented, that carry the particular texture of the imagination working in isolation, which is to say: coherent in their internal logic, thin in their institutional specificity, and ultimately resistible in a way that the best dystopian fiction is not.

A reader can close a book on a world that feels invented. They cannot as easily close a book on a world that feels reported. The distinction is subtle but absolute. One says: this could happen. The other says: this is already happening, and here is the address.

So the research came first. The USGS data on aquifer depletion. The Lancet’s life expectancy projections. The Pew surveys on spiritual life and institutional trust. The Harvard housing studies. The Vanderbilt polarization index. The NBER papers on labor displacement. I read them not looking for plot but looking for texture — the specific, granular, sensory detail that transforms a projected trend into a street a character might walk down, a meal a character might eat or be unable to afford, a conversation a character might have or be prevented from having.

Research before imagination. Always. A world that feels reported cannot be closed as easily as a world that merely feels invented. One says: this could happen. The other says: this is the address.

The Second Discipline: Systems Before Scenes

The second discipline is related to the first but operates at a different level of abstraction. Before writing a single scene — before placing a single character in a single room with a single problem — I needed to understand the systems that governed daily life in 2096 with the same completeness that the systems of daily life govern our own.

What does water cost, and who controls its price, and what happens to the person who cannot pay it? What are the mechanisms by which surveillance data is collected and sold and used, and who benefits from the transaction, and who suffers it, and how does a person who grew up inside those mechanisms understand them compared to someone who can remember a time before? What does food look like — not as an abstraction but as a plate, as a meal, as the weekly calculation a family makes between nutrition and rent and the particular caloric math of poverty?

These are not questions that generate plot. They generate ground. They are the conditions beneath the story’s feet, invisible in the way that all ground is invisible until it shifts. The reader never reads a chapter about water pricing in 2096. But the reader feels, in every chapter that involves thirst or hunger or the negotiations of daily survival, the weight of a world where water pricing is a fact of life as unremarkable and as consequential as gravity.

The Ogallala Aquifer research was particularly clarifying in this regard. The USGS projects sixty-nine percent of Kansas reserves depleted within fifty years at current extraction rates. Once gone, it does not refill on any human timescale. When I understood that — really understood it, in the body and not just the intellect — the agricultural economy of the 2096 Great Plains wrote itself. Not as a plot point but as a given. As weather. As the kind of fact that shapes every meal and every migration and every negotiation between the corporation and the community without ever needing to be explained to the reader, because the reader lives in it.

The systems are the ground. The reader never reads about them directly. They feel them the way you feel gravity — constant, invisible, present in every movement, noticed only when something falls.

The Third Discipline: Grounding the Extraordinary in the Ordinary

The most common failure mode in dystopian world-building — the one that produces fiction that is viscerally exciting but ultimately unconvincing — is the mistake of making the extraordinary too visible. Too announced. Too architecturally dramatic.

Real oppressive systems do not announce themselves. They normalize. They arrive not as uniforms and proclamations but as terms of service and convenience features and the quiet administrative reclassification of previously protected things. The surveillance architecture of 2096 is not a panopticon with a name and a logo. It is the accumulated residue of three generations of small acceptances — the location sharing agreed to in exchange for navigation, the behavioral data traded for a discount, the neural interface purchased because the alternative was to navigate a world designed exclusively for people who had one.

This is the principle that governs the texture of ordinary life in the trilogy: the extraordinary must always be wearing ordinary clothes. The mechanism of control must always be indistinguishable, at first glance, from convenience. The reader’s discomfort must arise not from the recognition of something alien but from the recognition of something familiar — something they agreed to last Tuesday, in a terms-of-service dialogue box they did not read.

The Federal Trade Commission’s 2025 action against General Motors and OnStar — documenting the extraction and sale of geolocation data from vehicles without meaningful consumer consent — was not a plot device. It was a blueprint. Not for how to write a villain, but for how to write a system that produces villainous outcomes without requiring a single human being to understand themselves as a villain.

The extraordinary must always be wearing ordinary clothes. The mechanism of control must be indistinguishable, at first glance, from convenience. The reader’s discomfort arises from recognizing something familiar — something they agreed to last Tuesday.

The Fourth Discipline: Inequality as Architecture, Not Decoration

The world of 2096 is not uniformly dystopian. This is perhaps the most important structural decision in the entire project, and the one most directly derived from the research.

The data does not describe a world in which everyone suffers equally under a single oppressive system. It describes a world of tiered experience — a world in which the wealthy Americans of 2096 live lives of extraordinary, biologically extended comfort and privacy and agency, while the poor Americans of 2096 live in near-total informational transparency, physiological stress, and constrained mobility. The dystopia is not horizontal. It is vertical. It is experienced completely differently depending on which floor of it you inhabit.

The Lancet’s Ten Americas study documented a life expectancy gap of 20.4 years between the highest and lowest demographic groups in 2021 — and that gap was still widening. The Harvard Joint Center reported only thirty-seven affordable housing units for every hundred extremely low-income renter households. The literacy data places fifty-four percent of American adults below a sixth-grade reading level. These are not uniform conditions. They are stratified conditions, and the stratigraphy of the suffering is as specific and mappable as geological strata.

Building inequality as architecture rather than decoration means that the world of 2096 cannot be understood or escaped through the same mechanisms at every level. A character with resources navigates it differently than a character without. A character who grew up with surveillance as an ambient fact of life understands it differently than a character who remembers when it required a warrant. The moral landscape is not flat. It is contoured — and the contours determine everything.

The dystopia of 2096 is not horizontal. It is vertical. The wealthy experience it as a world of extraordinary agency and extended life. The poor experience it as a world of near-total transparency and constrained survival. The moral landscape is contoured. The contours determine everything.

The Fifth Discipline: Leaving Room for the Human

Here is the thing about research-grounded dystopian world-building that the data alone cannot tell you: a world built entirely from institutional trajectories and projected systems will suffocate its own story. Because the data describes conditions, not people. It describes what the world imposes on its inhabitants, not what the inhabitants do in response. And what the inhabitants do in response — the specific, stubborn, sometimes irrational, sometimes magnificent ways that human beings push back against the conditions of their lives — is where the story actually lives.

The research gave me the walls and the floors and the failing infrastructure and the tiered surveillance and the depleted aquifer and the polarized politics. The research could not give me the grandmother at seventy who still keeps a handwritten journal because handwriting is the one act in her life that no system can observe or monetize. It could not give me the farmer in the desiccated plains who has memorized the old water table depths the way his grandfather memorized scripture — as a testament, as a lament, as a form of refusal. It could not give me the art made in secret, the love conducted at personal risk, the community that coalesces around the shared and stubborn claim that their lives are worth something.

Those things are not in the data. They are in the distance between what the data predicts and what the human being, confronted with those predictions, refuses to become. That distance is not large. But it is a journey to be sure.

Building a believable dystopia, finally, is not a technical exercise in extrapolation. It is an act of sustained moral attention — the willingness to follow the evidence to its darkest implications while insisting, on every page and in every chapter, that the people moving through those implications are real, are full, are capable of dignity and resistance and the specific, irreducible grace of a human being who has not yet given up.

That is what I was building, all along. Not a warning. A world. And inside that world, people worth caring about — which is the only kind of world, and the only kind of people, worth writing.

 

 

Sources Cited

The research foundation underlying the world-building disciplines described above. Sources are grouped by domain.

Water, Agriculture, and Resource Scarcity

Surveillance, Privacy, and Data Architecture

Inequality, Housing, and Stratified Experience

Literacy and Cognitive Infrastructure

Labor Displacement and Economic Stratification

World-Building Craft and Dystopian Fiction

Read the Full United States of 2096 Series — 16 Posts