Sci Fi
Whitebread Willy in a Strangle Hold
Nobody Can Hear You Scream In the Vacuum of Space, or So They Say. Willy pumped the brakes too quickly on his cherried-out 1979 F100 pickup with a hydraulic suspension system on rims from a newer Chevy Nova. The problem is it needed a part they don’t make anymore and so the 1979 front disk brakes were about to fail completely and the rear drums had to work twice as hard. Sometimes the rear wheels would lock up and skid mid way through the second brake-pump and sometimes it took 5. Good ol’ Willy never knew many pumps it would take. It was a rough ride.
By James Donahue2 years ago in Fiction
Mysterious dark matter 12 billion years old
Dark matter is the most mysterious presence in the universe, and although we cannot see it directly, there are some clever ways to deduce that it should be far more abundant than ordinary matter. The existence of dark matter is crucial to the evolution of the universe. In a recent study, astronomers have mapped how dark matter was distributed around galaxies some 12 billion years ago. Their findings suggest that dark matter is less aggregated than theories would expect.
By Keith P Brown2 years ago in Fiction
The Rains of Titan
No one can hear you scream in space, or so they say. It goes beyond the simple fact that sound does not travel in vacuum. It is the utter desolation, the cold, dark emptiness that is constantly trying to devour you… Your mere existence is a treat to the simplicity of this void. Life, with its complexity defiantly intrudes into this otherwise peaceful realm. It disturbs the natural nonchalance of the deep. It is an abomination in the face of order. It brings this high level of entropy and nervousness into the quiet and still stage where events unfold on an unfathomable time scale. Life is but an annoying flicker in the darkness. There is no point to scream. The emptiness will soon consume you and your trespassing will be forgotten.
By Ivan STOEV2 years ago in Fiction
Rogue
Rogue 1 Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. No one can hear you fart either, and that seems like a good trade-off to me. Those government weenies could've made this sausage casing they call a ship more comfortable, no doubt. But better tight than big enough for a co-pilot. They quickly recognized that I don't play well with others.
By Michael Boettcher 2 years ago in Fiction
Sky of Obsidian
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The ghosts of our ancestors would disagree. Screams are all we hear. Screams in the present and screams from the past. A thousand years ago our ancestors made the harrowing journey through space and across the cosmos to preserve what was left of humanity. No help was found from neighboring planets so their voyage took them further than ever deemed feasible, but due to new innovations and the speed of light, technology made it so. The old world was destroyed due to nuclear warfare, making what was left of the planet uninhabitable. After the news leaked, the panic set in, waters became contaminated, trees could no longer grow and animals perished and turned to dust. No one knows if those left behind survived. But I'd like to think something regrew from it all.
By Charlotte Victoria 2 years ago in Fiction
Grasping at Space Dust
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That’s why a spacewalk is Theta’s location of choice to have a good think. And a good scream. She gives her tether one last yank, and steps out of the space station’s artificial gravity into the nothingness. Twelve years of training have made her accustomed to the way her organs shift when she leaves gravity behind, the way the pressure on her lower back releases as her vertebrae stretch out.
By Vinny Panepinto (they/she) 2 years ago in Fiction