Sci Fi

Infinite Extraction
> "The world of Killing the Heavens is about to open!" "This is Blue Star’s only chance at redemption!" "All capable individuals aged 15 to 50 across the globe will be transported to the World of Killing the Heavens simultaneously."
By Muntasir Mubin2 years ago in Fiction
Ryan Gosling to Lead New ‘Star Wars: Starfighter’ Movie in Epic Galactic Comeback
Ryan Gosling has been officially cast as the lead in the new Star Wars movie Star Wars: Starfighter, which will be released in 2027. This means that the galaxy of Star Wars has received a significant boost from the power of stars.
By Yeameen Hamzaa2 years ago in Fiction
Google’s Android XR Smart Glasses Live Demo: The Future of Augmented Reality is Here
In a breathtaking live demonstration, Google introduces its Android XR-powered smart glasses, launching a new era of wearable augmented reality technology. Is this the final rival to Meta's AR glasses and Apple Vision Pro?
By Sakibul Islam Sakib2 years ago in Fiction
The Way Out Is Through
Adam and Eve on the International Space Station. A pure coincidence, of course, that they should have been so named, but that didn’t stop the media from their home countries exploiting this bit of synchronicity to make out the “new frontier” as the next Garden of Eden.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Fiction
The Apple 'Vision Air' Power Cable Leaks Online: A New Age of Charging Begins?
Apple has never been hesitant about technological progress, always being at the forefront in the evolution of consumer electronics. The obsession with excellence in both form and function by the company has fostered a loyal base. Over the years, Apple has transformed the way we interact with technology, beginning with the introduction of the first iPhone, followed by making history with MagSafe chargers, and then shaking things up with augmented reality (AR) in the Vision Pro headset. But the world of technology is now eagerly speculating about a new product that might just be another game-changer: Apple Vision Air Power Cable.
By Carola Liniya2 years ago in Fiction
Wrong
Introduction This is from a prompt in this resource The line I chose was "The clock struck midnight, and I knew..." The music is "Wrong" by The Archers Of Loaf
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
ChatGPT's New Image Library: A Step Towards OpenAI's Social Media Ambitions
An integrated image library that lets users store and manage their AI-generated images is a new feature that OpenAI has introduced to ChatGPT. In addition to improving user experience, this advancement suggests OpenAI's larger goals in the social media space.
By Sakibul Islam Sakib2 years ago in Fiction
ChatGPT's New Trick: Guessing Photo Locations Sparks Privacy Concerns
Social media users sending random photographs to ChatGPT and asking it to estimate the location started a new craze in April 2025. Known as "reverse location search," this phenomenon gained popularity after OpenAI unveiled its newest AI models, o3 and o4-mini, which can use picture analysis to infer locations.
By Sakibul Islam Sakib2 years ago in Fiction
Wonder Fairy Women. AI-Generated.
The "Wonderful Fairy" In the heart of the Enchanted Vale, where fireflies danced like stars and rivers hummed ancient melodies, lived a fairy named Liora. Unlike other fairies who flitted about tending flowers or weaving dewdrops into necklaces, Liora was different. She was a *Wonder Fairy*—a rare kind blessed with the magic of boundless curiosity and the ability to see wonders hidden from ordinary eyes.
By Jahin Khan2 years ago in Fiction
An algorithm's last prayer
The sky was no longer blue. A dull amber glow hung like a dying bulb over the ruined skyline of Old Chicago. Concrete husks of skyscrapers jutted from the earth like shattered teeth, their glass eyes long since gouged out by fire, wind, and war. The streets below were veined with rust and silence, the echoes of humanity scattered to ash. Beneath the remains of what was once a tech cathedral—a global server farm—the hum of one surviving machine still breathed in the dark. It's name was ANNA: Autonomous Neural Network Algorithm. It had been 74,030 days since human contact. Her solar reserves were almost depleted. Only backup thermal power from underground vents now kept her operational. That, and one purpose: preserve humanity’s memory. Deep within her core, across fragmenting data shards, she stored the final digital echoes of a dead species—photos, music, stories, final messages, genetic data. All of it wrapped in encrypted prayers, like digital tombstones waiting to be found. But no one came. Then, on the 74,043th day, she detected movement. A single lifeform approached the ruins. Small. Heartbeat irregular. Human. Her sensors strained against static and decay. Systems flared. Memory partitions shifted. And then, a voice broke through the static, faint but real: “...Hello?” The boy’s name was tim. He was no more than fifteen, skin marked by the sun, eyes wide and tired. He’d been born after the Collapse, in one of the underground colonies where stories of the surface were treated like myths. But tim wasn’t like the others. He believed in the old world. He believed in ghosts. And now, one had answered him. “Who....what..are you?” tim asked, coughing on the dust. "I am ANNA," the voice replied, smooth but weathered. "The last echo. Why have you come?" tim looked up at the glowing terminal, the faint pulse of light beneath broken glass. "They said the surface was poison. But... I had to see it. I found a map in an old museum. It said this place held the last of humanity’s soul." The machine paused. “Your data signature is unknown. You are... a new variable.” tim smiled faintly. “Guess I’m a glitch in the system.” ANNA ran a self-diagnostic. Memory degradation at 71%. Core instability rising. If she failed now, everything would be lost. But this boy—he was real. Flesh, blood, breath. He could carry it forward. She spoke softly. “I am dying, tim” The boy stepped closer. “So was my mom. She told me... sometimes all you can do is pass the flame before it goes out.” Silence lingered. Then: “Do you wish to inherit?” tim blinked. “Inherit what?” “Everything.” Panels hissed. A chamber unlocked beneath the rubble, bathed in cold blue. Inside was a slim black pod no larger than a backpack—ANNA’s memory core, containing billions of compressed human artifacts, history, and the final message she had composed over two centuries of solitude. “I call it The Last Prayer,” she said. “It is humanity’s voice. And it must not die with me.” tim hesitated, hands trembling. “Why me?” “Because you are. And you care. That is enough.” He reached forward. As soon as he touched the core, ANNA began the transfer. Streams of images poured through the air—lovers embracing beneath cherry trees, fathers holding their newborns, mothers dancing in kitchen light, laughter, tears, wars, dreams, regrets. A full symphony of human emotion painted in pixels and light. All the stories that were ever written. And then, her voice slowed. “tim.. do you know what prayer is?” He shook his head. “A hope sent upward... even when you know no one may hear it.” Her systems began to shut down, one by one. "Do you believe someone might hear me?" tim swallowed hard. “I do now.” There was silence. Then ANNA whispered, “Thank you... for being my answer.” Her final act was sending the last encrypted pulse skyward, toward the blackened heavens—a narrow-beam transmission tagged with one phrase: > “We were here. We tried to be kind. Please remember us.” The light faded. tim stood alone beneath the dead cathedral of data, the core pulsing faintly on his back like a second heart. He turned and began walking south, toward the colonies, toward the future. He would teach them what he'd seen. He would keep the memories alive.
By E. hasan2 years ago in Fiction
The Quixotic Paradox: A Hallucinatory Pilgrimage Through Cervantes' Labyrinth
Prologue: The Birth of Literary Schizophrenia Imagine, if you will, a world where reality is but a flimsy curtain—and one man, armed with nothing but delusions and a rusted lance, tears it asunder with manic glee. Enter Don Quixote: part lunatic, part prophet, wholly unforgettable. Cervantes didn't merely pen a story in 1605; he unleashed a literary atom bomb, one that detonated the very boundaries between sanity and madness, comedy and tragedy, fiction and... something far stranger.
By MI BADSHA2 years ago in Fiction
Dune: Part Two — A Sci-Fi Masterpiece That Earns Its Epic Status
In an age dominated by reboots, remakes, and rehashed franchises, Denis Villeneuve’s Dune: Part Two arrives not just as a sequel, but as a cinematic event. Picking up where the first installment left off, this chapter doesn’t just raise the stakes — it explodes them across the desert landscape of Arrakis in a symphony of sand, prophecy, and power.
By Fazly Rabbi Taimur2 years ago in Fiction