Everett Scaife
Bio
I have always enjoyed writing and I have always dreamed of publishing my own series of science fiction books
Stories (11/0)
A Dung Beetles Dream 1
Since the exodus from Earth, humanity and its fate have been in the hands of corporations. These corporations, for better or worse, drove innovation and necessity for every piece of equipment that made it into orbit. One of those earliest corporations was a small mining and drilling company that had managed to come up with one of the greatest innovations to space travel: Omni Sphere Drives. These engines when powered by a stable fusion reaction provide for just about any change in course and direction, making them ideal for mining in the ever-changing conditions in space around asteroids.
By Everett Scaife2 months ago in Fiction
A Dung Beetle's Dream 2
"Behold." The young strong voice of a woman resonated inside the highest room of the Stepping Stone station. A man groveling face down on the floor refused to move out of fear. The young woman was staring out into the stars, waiting for a subtle noise that indicated the man had lifted his gaze. She waited in absolute silence, to no avail. Despite herself she allowed the slightest turn in her head to see if he had obeyed, only to be disappointed. She fought the urge to roll her eyes.
By Everett Scaife2 months ago in Fiction
A Dungbeetle's Dream 3
Humanity throughout the ages has had some major setbacks. The burning down of the Library in Alexandria, the dark ages, the abrupt and mysterious end of the Bronze age. All of these required humanity to pick itself back up and relearn hard lessons. Painful eras of disease and destruction inflicted on the generations that were unlucky enough to come after these abrupt halts to progress. Even now in these days some two hundred or more years since the 21st century, humanity was once again needing to relearn secrets and technologies long since forgotten. Though humanity was still inexorably bound to technologies, some technologies had been, for lack of better phrasing; misplaced. Databases of top secret information, or even patents were left behind in the Sorrowful escape of the planet Earth. Misplaced is the better term than forgotten, or lost, because all it takes is the right person in the right place doing something illegal and suddenly a terrifying application of obscure technologies suddenly appears on the horizon.
By Everett Scaife2 months ago in Fiction
A Dung Beetle's Dream-4
History is written by the victors... but most of history is lesser evil conquering a greater evil. That's how the 'good guys' always win, but then later can be considered a villain to everyone else. Sadly, even the whitest of knights will succumb to evil on a long enough timeline.
By Everett Scaife2 months ago in Fiction
Mana from the Skies
“A man has only one death. That death may be as weighty as Mount T’ai or it may be as light as goose feather. It all depends upon the way he uses it. It is the nature of every man to love life and hate death, to think of his relatives and look after his wife and children. Only when a man is moved by higher principles is this not so. Then there are things which he must do. The brave man does not always die for honor, while even the coward may fulfill his duty. Each takes a different way to exert himself. Though I might be weak and cowardly and seek shamefully to prolong my life, yet I know full well the difference between what ought to be followed and what rejected. How could I bring myself to sink into the shame of ropes and bonds? If even the lowest slave and scullery maid can bear to commit suicide, why should not one like myself be able to do what has to be done? But the reason I have not refused to bear these ills and have continued to live, dwelling among this filth, is that I grieve that I have things in my heart that I have not been able to express fully, and I am shamed to think that after I am gone my writings will not be known to posterity.”- Sima Qian
By Everett Scaifeabout a year ago in Fiction
Humanity Persists Chpt. 3
1 Ithas read the message he received from Ember a third time. He felt this bubble of dread and anxiety build in his chest, it was crippling his ability to act, and he sat there frozen considering the next few minutes and how they might play out. He looked at the four guards that stood before him. Though Ithas and Robert had traveled with them for the last week, he realized he knew nothing about them. And yet as all of their lives now were hanging in the balance, he felt a relief that he hadn't put a human face or life to these men standing before him. With the deep drumming of his heart drowning out the silence, and adrenaline pouring through his veins, it was as if time was coming to a standstill, and every detail was being burned into his memory.
By Everett Scaifeabout a year ago in Futurism
The Road to Europa
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Death, darkness, delirium, are always so readily followed by revelation and an awakening in human perspective. Human reason has awoken us from the lost analogs at the dawn of mankind. Pushing us into ages of science, reason, and experimental understanding. But this divergence from the dark madness that so readily exists across the universe, is an exception not the rule. Every so often we are reminded that our efforts are vastly futile, when compared to those ancient ones that influenced the progress of all organic civilizations. Beings outside the realm of time and light, hibernate and use abilities that would appear unnatural, or even supernatural, in appearance to vigilantly monitor the ever-changing tides of developing civilizations. All we can do is pray our paths don't cross their physical influences in our universe, and that we die insignificant deaths of little consequence to the dealings of the universe. Though I fear that my fate won't be so kind.
By Everett Scaife2 years ago in Fiction
The Mirage
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. In fact, in these days dragons rarely wandered close to mankind at all. Mankind being a fearful and ignorant race had nearly destroyed the entire species from the known world. Dragons were mostly for tall tales to scare the naive peasants into servitude or were used as excuses for when plans fell through, or crops failed, or invincible armies were defeated. No one took them seriously, even though the reality was that dragons were in fact real. Their role now was borderline religious in nature, shrouded in superstition and misunderstanding. Much of what dragons were capable of was labeled with the broad term 'magic' and left at that. Few tried to understand their ways, even fewer had ever endeavored to seek dragons out or document their behaviors. Only one man in the Westlands was known to study them, and he too tried not to stray too close to the dealings of mankind.
By Everett Scaife2 years ago in Fiction
Humanity Persists Chapter 2
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By Everett Scaife2 years ago in Futurism
Humanity Persists
1 Ithas sat at his console and sighed. Looking around his room there was little to be desired. This spartan living arrangement was common for most of humanity now. Designed for efficiency and minimalism, the walls were a dull metallic color. The only decorations he had was a star chart, and one window that looked out to space. This port hole pointed which ever way the rotating station decided. For a view: a glimpse of Jupiter, or one of its many moons, or just darkness. Ithas was a nobody. Just a cog in the corporate machine. He was a programmer and inventor at heart, but that wasn't what paid the bills. Ithas smiled to himself and thought out loud,
By Everett Scaife2 years ago in Fiction
