Sci Fi
Raising Grace
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. While John had been there for Grace her whole life, her mother had not. She had run off shortly after birth, leaving John to care for Grace alone. John had told Grace never to go outside, the radiation was still at dangerous levels and whatever it didn’t kill, it mutated.
By Alex H Mittelman 4 years ago in Fiction
The Best TV Shows to Watch
The manner in which we consume our media has seen a key change in perspective throughout the past ten years. It occurred in steady advances — TiVo, VOD, the ascent of streaming organizations; those advances and a lot more are essential moves toward rebuilding the manner in which we approach serialized narrating designs. Simultaneously came the ascent of cell phone and tablet culture, and the open door that comes when a great many people have a screen before their countenances for most of their waking hours. Normally, not long after came the ascent of marathon watching.
By Danilo Krin4 years ago in Fiction
Iterations, Chapter Five
Joe bet Dylan would have had it in an instant, but fortunately Mini-Flash Splitsville was there ahead of either of the hims. It was going to call for some split-second Splitsville too, and the bolts from the blue weren’t making matters any more convenient, but deftly she and her other Joe negotiated every hazard until at last they were properly aligned. He threw his fire, and Mini-Flash Splitsville popped a portal in the path of that flame-burst then reopened it inside Frank’s shield.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Iterations, Chapter Three
Joe was going to need Scientooth’s digital detachment for what was immediately to come, so Level Two would suffice. The shipyard’s second tier was given over to the main business of engineering and assembly. Its background was an endless line of unfinished nosecones. Scrolling along before these, tiny Mini-Flash Splitsville in her computerized chariot dodged swinging booms, opened portals to dispense with rolling oil-drums, and negotiated service-platforms for which timing was the difference between a handy lift or a plunge to the smelted steel sea which forever bubbled along the bottom bar.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Iterations, Chapter Two
It looked to Sonica like Mini-Flash Splitsville was headed for one of those planned communities where grubby labouring people built starships. There it hung, a great pod in space, rising tier by tier with an interconnecting road wound about it in a spiral. From the left, ominous neon clouds alive with lightning stretched their thick stormy feelers near.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
An astronaut who stuck in space debris
An astronaut is stuck in space debris. She has been working for hours, but she hasn't made any progress in cleaning the space debris away. Her ship's joystick isn't working properly and she can only move at certain velocities and in certain directions. What would you do to help this astronaut?
By Nipun M. Wijerathne4 years ago in Fiction
