Sci Fi
The Wolf Witch - 4. Becky Simpson
Becky couldn't stop thinking about Oliver. Finding her at the club was one thing, but rescuing her had embarrassed her, so she'd snuck out and taken a cab home. Now, in bed, her eyes closed, Oliver's face shot into view - good-looking, mysterious, and charming. His wavy dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes had dominated her thoughts all night. She felt helpless and giddy like she might be sick.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Fiction
The Emergence Of AI Championship Applications and Their Effect On Interpersonal Relationships
A remarkable growth is anticipated in the market for AI companionship applications, fueled by innovations in artificial intelligence alongside an increasing need for emotional support. Applications like Replika, Woebot, and Mitsuku offer aroundtheclock companionship, emotional assistance, and the ability to engage in conversations that resemble those between humans. While they provide unprecedented access to mental health resources, their widespread use prompts essential inquiries: Are these applications fostering deeper human connections, or are they diminishing our capacity to create authentic relationships?
By Olid Bin Sagir2 years ago in Fiction
I use your Brain
Dr. Kode Jenesis stood before the surgical table, his gloved hands steady as he studied the translucent interface projected in the air before him. The year was 2097, and medical science had finally crossed the threshold between life and death. The patient before him, Marcus Kane, had been pronounced clinically dead twenty-two minutes ago, but his consciousness remained intact within the NeuroSync AI system—a technological marvel that had revolutionized brain transplantation.
By Kode Jynesis2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Forgotten World. AI-Generated.
In the year 2147, Earth was no longer the thriving blue planet it once was. Decades of over-extraction, climate disasters, and conflicts had left it in ruins. The sky was a constant murky gray, the oceans had swallowed entire cities, and what little land remained was dominated by powerful mega-corporations that ruled with an iron fist. Humanity had survived, but only barely.
By Alpha Cortex2 years ago in Fiction
Selections from the Grand Bazaar
The Fountainhead office building near the intersection of 55th and Grande in downtown Vargos was unremarkable in almost every way. It looked identical to the other smaller skyscrapers owned by the corporation. It handled the day-to-day business for the world’s largest security firm and firearms manufacturer, and its employees clocked in and clocked out without error each day.
By R.R. Stephenson2 years ago in Fiction
View From the Other Side
“Carl, what do you mean we must leave now? What are you looking at, I need to see.” Jaylene rushed to the window Carl was fixated on and tried her best to look around his unyielding body, but try as she might, her husband remained as rigid as a pillar of granite. She eventually gave up and moved to the front door where she could peer through the sidelight into the front yard. Jaylene saw nothing on the grass or in the sky that should justify the amount of anxiety her husband was showing.
By Mark Gagnon2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Lost Time. AI-Generated.
The train screeched to a halt at a station that wasn’t supposed to exist. Jonathan blinked, rubbing his eyes as he peered out the window. The signpost read “Hollowbrook”, but that name meant nothing to him. It wasn’t on any map he had seen, nor was it on his itinerary. The platform was dimly lit by old gas lamps, their flickering glow casting eerie shadows over the cobblestone ground.
By Alpha Cortex2 years ago in Fiction
The Wage Slave’s Manifesto 4 (STORY)
— — Chapter 3 << >> Darkness Beyond The Ice -Volume 2 (Sequel) ### **The Fracture** The Quantum Core’s explosion sends shockwaves through New Corinth. Skyscrapers flicker as the **Corporate Credit System** dissolves into static. Millions watch their DebtTrackers reboot to **“CCS: ERROR”** — a beautiful, terrifying void. In the streets, Enforcer drones short-circuit, and laborers smash Praetorian logos with stolen rifle butts. But freedom is a fragile thing.
By Ethan Cole2 years ago in Fiction









