There is a reason why most dystopian novels are classified as juvenile literature. They are on the transformative boundary of the awakening of the spirit. We, once exposed to hellish possibilities in our own lives and futures, have the choice to move past them. The choice is to lavish in the demons of egoism and passivity, or to prepare a better path of communion with our fellows and the Divine.
Whether our active choice is to embrace and transcend in spiritual awareness or to move politically to develop a future where the ideal is closer to the real (or both), we are acting and developing. The caterpillar is becoming or has become a butterfly.The metamorphosis to a new and more developed sense of self and others might be painful and lonely at times, and changing ourselves and our world for the better certainly takes perseverance through major obstacles. But if we merely flirt with the possibility of transformation, we are like a caterpillar too long in a chrysalis. It may be less work to think and not move, but it is a certain death.
To remain untransformed and on the border of adolescence refuses to accept the challenge that juvenile dystopian novels offer to us. Each generation has their own version of The Hunger Games. Orwell's Big Brother in 1984 and Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale featured prominently in my early years of adolescence. Once beautiful offerings to awakening, if they are taken to motivate action, we can look back on these great works as transformative of our ideals. They beckon us not to go once more to the movies in our 20s, 30s, 40s, and 50s, but instead to develop ourselves and our communities.
We very hungry caterpillars can become unique and beautiful butterflies if we only allow nature to do its job and work with our own hunger for goodness and transformation to develop ourselves and our communities for the good. 
