I am stuck. I can't figure out how to not make it just a sad tale. I did start with the premise of trying to write the utopian dystopia. How the utopian ideals at their extremes can be feel quite dystopic. Most of it deals with how humans have defined themselves through work and now in a world with a lack of work how does one define themself and even if you were to find meaning in arts or other such creative endeavours how long do you sustain them when your personal ai could turn your thoughts to reality at the blink of an eye. I just don't know what hopeful angle to play here. Or just make it the tragedy it is turning out to be. Following three characters at different stages of life with the backdrop of this doom in society. Working title is "Death of a planet". Looking for suggestions.