Sci Fi
The Time Traveler's Quest: Using the Past and Present to Shape a Better Future
As a historian, John had always been fascinated by the concept of time travel. He loved to imagine what it would be like to go back in time and witness the events of the past firsthand.
By AFFIRMATIONS4 years ago in Fiction
All That's Left
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Small and round, with nothing of a view, buried between the building structures and sand piles. Glass grimy with age and the wear of weather, there wasn't much to see per se, but to her it glowed. The greatest treasure. A shard of sunshine, handfuls of dust blown in the air. A piece of sky so blue it hurt to stare, like a cracked tile you could imagine came from a vast and beautiful courtyard. She had heard that back in the day, when people could survive to stand outside, the sky stretched all the way across your field of vision. Surrounded you with its eternity. The simulators could replicate it, emulate the experience of a memory of a resemblance of what once was in a near-forgotten time. But this, as small as it was, this was real.
By Ellen Stedfeld4 years ago in Fiction
Cup of Blood, Renew these Fallow Lands
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. “I can always refuse,” said Kajori. She looked straight out through the thick, smoked glass, and stared with a frozen face at the land beyond the compound. “I can withhold consent.”
By Conor Darrall4 years ago in Fiction
Vivian
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She could never look for long; Vivian was only occasionally invited to play in the Architect's apartment. Such performances were intimate and she had to throw all focus into her craft to keep from melting beneath the scrutinous gaze of her audience. The only glances she could spare to the window came as Vivian prepared to play or prepared to leave.
By Rebekah Conard4 years ago in Fiction
The First Awakening
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. She was waiting outside his office to ask him a question. When she saw the colors coming from this odd square on his wall, she exclaimed, “Woah. Hey Doc, what is that?” Closing his door and letting out a sigh, Doc responded with, “505, what are you doing here?” “Well, they said I was done with all my tests and to come see you. Did I fail them or something? Research seemed like she was pretty disappointed in me.” He expressed the same disappointed look but then shook his head at himself. Kneeling down to her eye level, Doc smiled and said, “No. You did perfectly fine, 505. You did so good, in fact, that I will show you what is in my room. You have to keep it a secret though. Can you do that?” 505 smirked and gave him a thumbs up, as if she were the greatest secret keeper of all time.
By Robbie Nagle4 years ago in Fiction
Clockwork
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Nym sat up slowly. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and lowered her bare feet onto the cold, metal floor, then gazed out the window. From this high up, she could almost see the sun peeking through the smog. A pitiful sunrise at best, but still a better view than she had in the Under Belly.
By Kelly Robertson4 years ago in Fiction
