Sci Fi
AnNing
Lan had the perfect family. When she was a child, strangers would hover their heads over her stroller and rave about how she had her dad’s beautifully carved double eyelids and her mom’s rosebud lips. Then they would then lift up their heads and tell her parents what a beautiful couple they were.
By Yujie Wang4 years ago in Fiction
A Tale of the Moon
The world is dark indeed. I looked at my phone and sighed. I had received another message, demanding I relinquish my phone. For on my phone, I carried a secret. This secret was no ordinary secret; it was a government secret, the formula for light speed. I was the only one left with the formula, everyone else being killed off. In truth, I feared for my life. Someone, claiming to be an assassin, had been repeatedly sent threatening messages, demanding I reveal the formula of light speed travel, by relinquishing my phone, or perish. I suspected they were just scams, sent to everyone with a phone. The secret was greatly desired by all.
By Hugh Saylor4 years ago in Fiction
Transparency's Opacity
I recite the speech again. My lips shape the words, but I only say them in my head, rushing through them until they all overlap and curl around one another in a jumbled contortionist act. Class will begin soon, and I’m first up on the list to present my economics project. Damn that class lottery that predetermined our order.
By Skylar Callahan4 years ago in Fiction
Hacked
You'd think that we are the FBI, CIA, or NSA. But we are none of those guys. Who are we you may ask? Why, we are a top secret organization. Everything we do is secretive. We're so secretive that we can't even say the name of our organization. If we did, we'd get in trouble with the director, who happens to be our boss. But since you're here, we might as well tell you what happened. But if you tell anyone else about this, we will find you...
By Jordan Harris4 years ago in Fiction
As A Shadow Thickens
It’s difficult for us to remember a time before things were controlled. Sacha says all the books are lies and there never was such a time; bots were always and will always be the steady rhythm of life. I don’t mind either way. I’m glad I have spent my twenty-five years here fully. Then, for my next twenty-five, maybe I’ll just enjoy things. Sacha says our passwords are really just a compliance measure for our continued admittance in the world; he says a lot of weird things.
By Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)4 years ago in Fiction
Rising From the Hashes
In those long three minutes, time itself had become timeless. Beyond her hot, heaving breath, her still frame reanimated to the blaring of a thousand horns. With every hair raised, she slowly regained some semblance of awareness and squinted into the steamy horizon, hazed by a cloud of funk and exhaust from the customary rite of five o'clock traffic. She had been here before — first in a dream, then in a constant call to do something bigger with her obscure and withered life. Yet here she stood, smack dab in the middle of the Interstate, somehow stupefied at the scene now unfolding before her in physical form. Dwarfing her obsessions to avert this real-life dystopian nightmare, the giant yellow bulbs on the road sign before her flashed against a massive black backdrop, uniting with the words: RESET YOUR PASSWORD.
By Crystal S.4 years ago in Fiction
The Gift of Speech
The Discovery It was a typical day at the research facility; Dr. John was working on his latest project, experimenting with new ways to enhance the communication abilities of animals. He had always been fascinated with the animal kingdom and believed that they could live in peace if they could understand one another. He had been working on this project for months and was getting closer to a breakthrough.
By Liviu Roman4 years ago in Fiction
The Same Launch
I woke up to a brand new day, feeling groggy and sluggish as I opened my eyes. The dim light filtering through the cracks in my windows and the cold winter air seeping into the room only added to my drowsiness. My phone vibrated on the bedside table, blaring an alarm tone that jolted me out of my slumber. With great effort, I lifted the covers and embraced the cold air on my feet and hands. I hesitated for a moment, longing to stay wrapped up in my warm blankets, but reality started to set in. I silenced the alarm with a swipe and a feeling of regret washed over me for leaving the warmth and comfort of my cosy bed.
By Saryus Saariph4 years ago in Fiction
