Sci Fi
Inside the Mind of Uber's CEO
It's not every day that you get to take a ride with the CEO of one of the world's largest ride-hailing companies. But for a lucky few passengers in San Francisco, that's exactly what happened when they caught an Uber ride with Dara Khosrowshahi, the CEO of Uber.
By Sagar Karn4 years ago in Fiction
Time's Paradox: Navigating the Ethical Dilemmas of Time Travel
It was a bright summer morning when Jack, a young and brilliant physicist, made a groundbreaking discovery. While working in his laboratory, he stumbled upon a hidden formula that appeared to defy the laws of physics - a formula that could potentially unlock the secrets of time travel.
By Ameer Hussain4 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Event Horizon
In the not-so-distant future, humanity has made remarkable advancements in space travel. With the development of new propulsion technologies, humans have been able to venture far beyond the confines of our solar system, exploring distant galaxies and unknown worlds.
By Ameer Hussain4 years ago in Fiction
Survival in the Apocalypse
It was supposed to be a routine day for Sarah, but as she was walking home from work, she noticed something strange happening in the streets. People were running frantically, screaming and shouting, while others were lying motionless on the ground.
By Think Tank4 years ago in Fiction
Chapter 3: The Weight of Responsibility
Chapter 3: The Weight of Responsibility As Yuuto continued on his journey, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was carrying a heavy burden. He had taken on the responsibility of being a warrior, a protector of the innocent, and it weighed heavily on his shoulders.
By Abhishek Vijayan4 years ago in Fiction
Manuscript of the Universe
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say"(Vocal). Those saying this are probably humans. Maybe this is even true, but we don't say this. Space is a noisy place, but I guess it's true "no-body" can hear a scream in the vacuum of space. The rest of us can. It can be very disruptive too. Please keep that in mind after reading this. So, if you shall ever go, you wont fall in the trap of thinking no one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space. I assure you we can.
By simplicity4 years ago in Fiction
Benefactors' Window
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. His room was a decent sized flat. The walls were eggshell colored stiff dark blue blackout curtains hung around her window. They wold allow her to shut everything out, but they remained forever open. Her only portal to the outside world was this window. A fabled place.
By simplicity4 years ago in Fiction
The Trillionaires
Part One – Randall Randall scanned the list, flipping his pointer finger upward in annoyance, glancing at the fictionalized smiling personification of each candidate. They would appear quickly in front of him, begin giving their political sales-pitch, and then – after Randall had lost interest and moved on – disappear. He had no idea of which political software was best – he never knew how to vote – he just chose the avatar he thought looked most like someone he could enjoy having a beer with. Everyone always took politics so seriously, but none of the options ever seemed very good to him. One program promised further space industrialization – speeding up the global-warming process on Mars so the red planet would soon become more easily habitable. Another promised to clean up the Earth, to implement green programs that would allow the planet to heal itself naturally. That possibility was more than a stretch, Randall knew that. It was an impossibility. Randall didn’t know how to vote. He didn’t know anything about politics, or software, or the issues affecting Earth and the rest of the solar system. The only reason he even registered was because his friends – who he only rarely saw, anyway; who seemed to consider themselves activists, of sorts – were offended by his unregistered status. Voting was pointless; Randall knew that. That’s why the trillionaires didn’t care whether anyone was registered. The software programs were designed by the trillionaires, who enslaved the world. It didn’t matter what future realities any specific program promised – what it would do, would be whatever its rich masters told its designers to modify it to do. Everyone thought political software promoted fairness – a most treasured American value – which to think about was a hilarity.
By Robert Pettus4 years ago in Fiction
The Time Traveler's Dilemma
Jack sat alone in his laboratory, staring intently at the machine before him. It was a time machine, the first of its kind, and Jack had spent years perfecting it. But as he sat there, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made a grave mistake.
By Ebad Paras Afzal4 years ago in Fiction





