Sci Fi
Bunker Home
The day of his return yielded the same anxieties and discomforts in Penelope Farwell. Found hundreds of meters inside an asteroid, Penelope’s stomach tightened as she viewed the screen of her husband, Stayer Farwell. Her hands wrung in conspicuous fear. He, however, looked confident, relaxed and focused in his solo flight. No sweat beads gathered around his temples. He remained cool. Penelope, usually strong when thinking about the presence of her husband, had slight palpitations. The artificial lights blazed like drops of sunshine as they simulated solar rays. She could at least bask in the glow of the various light sources. She wore a pair of blue jeans and a red blouse and black tortoise rimmed glasses. Her long black hair had been put into a bun. Her skin looked like alabaster. He wore a black business suit. His skin was the color of charcoal.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sound of Starlight
The sky above Planet Orin was full of stars. Some flickered like candles, others burned steady like old secrets. Captain Elena Reyes sat on a rock, staring at the distant moons. Beside her, Commander Kai Mercer played with the broken radio panel for the hundredth time.
By Muhammad Riazabout a year ago in Fiction
Star Power Forward. Runner-Up in Something Is Beginning, I Think Challenge. Content Warning.
As soon as he stepped from oppressive heat and humidity into the air conditioned, sweet-smelling shop, he heard his uncle cheer. “Woo! It's Shoreline High's own star Power Forward, Adam Polk! Go, Ospreys! Polk! Polk! Polk!”
By Deanna Greyabout a year ago in Fiction
When Robots Dream
The idea of robots dreaming may sound like science fiction, but as artificial intelligence (AI) advances, questions about machine consciousness and the nature of AI experiences become increasingly relevant. What would it mean for a robot or AI system to "dream"? Can machines have subconscious processes, emotions, or even desires? Exploring these questions invites us to rethink what consciousness means—not only for humans but for the technology we create.
By Muhammad Asimabout a year ago in Fiction
This is Culturally Inappropriate
In a drawing room in Wilmington, Delaware, with lights brought down low, a man the color of cherrywood sat in a chair with his legs crossed. He looked like an aristocrat and a day laborer, if that was at all possible. Another man who looked like a manila envelope, sat adjacent to him. He had the presence of a warden and a shady record company executive. He scribbled in a digital notepad. He wore a black suit with a white shirt with pinstripes and a tie that looked like the keys on a piano. He wore black and white Brogue Oxford shoes. The other man, Mackford, also wore formal attire. A green cardigan sweater, tan shirt and slacks of camel color and a green tie adorned the man. He wore brown patent leather shoes. He sat with his chin slightly canted.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Fiction
Squid Game final season review – an ending so WTF it entirely beggars belief
After a wild new player is forced to join the game without consent, the action gets even more operatic and bloodthirsty. But if you can get on board with the twists – and that’s a big if – you will not believe what happens in the last minute
By SHYAKA MARSabout a year ago in Fiction
