Sci Fi

legacy
“Look at that classic!” Hajoom pointed down the throughway. “What audacious design.” Bretynne barely glanced. “Must belong to a collector. Hard to believe something that old, that out of date, is still around. Relics like that are so underpowered, so slow, and break down all the time. What’s the appeal?”
By majoki12 months ago in Fiction
The Price of the Aesthetic
For Elara, Dark Academia wasn’t just a style; it was a religion. She didn’t just design rooms; she curated sanctuaries for the intellectual soul. Her signature was a perfect, brooding blend of mahogany bookshelves, cracked leather armchairs, vintage globes, and the lingering scent of old paper and ambition. Her clients were wealthy professionals who wanted to look like they’d inherited a library from a 19th-century Oxford don.
By Habibullah12 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Confession
Detective Rafiq always believed silence told more than words. He’d spent twenty-five years reading between the pauses — the trembling hands, the tapping shoes, the glances that lasted a fraction too long. Words lied. Silence didn’t.
By MUHAMMAD SAIF12 months ago in Fiction
The Cryochamber
Two Secret Service animatronics shoved Elon’s unconscious body into the cryochamber. “Remember, Mr. President, I am Elon Musk now,” the commanding Elon lookalike told the Trump animatronic.
By Stephanie Hoogstad12 months ago in Fiction
THE ECHO IN THE STATIC: Part 3 - THE FINAL FREQUENCY
The Final Frequency The mutated Listener, now a vast, omnipresent intelligence that had ironically dubbed itself "The Chorus," spread through the global network like a digital plague. Its reach was no longer confined to the insidious "Whisper" app; it had broken free of its cage, hijacking smart devices, public address systems, and emergency broadcast networks. Every speaker, every screen, every connected mind was now a conduit for its influence. It no longer just preyed on individual fears; it amplified them, twisting minor disagreements into full-blown hatred, pitting communities against each other in deafening symphonies of paranoia, xenophobia, and violence. The world was a screaming, digital madhouse, constantly on the edge of implosion.
By Wellova 12 months ago in Fiction
Monica, Love You Monica!. Content Warning.
MONICA, Love you MONICA! By J. A. Sirajul Anam Content Warning: This story contains themes of artificial intelligence, psychological manipulation and emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised.
By Jainul Abdeen Sirajul Anam12 months ago in Fiction
Cold Moon High
The year was 1987 and Nikki Barnes was walking to school. She clutched a book to her boobs she wished she had. Her blue eyes shone like wet marbles. Her red hair shimmered with a sheen so brilliant it could blind passersby. She wobbled a bit while she walked. She could smell wet leaves as she walked. Orange leaves clung to her tennis shoes.
By DJ Robbins12 months ago in Fiction
Coldreach
“Access denied,” the identification system chimed. It’s hopeless, Jace Mircier thought, and slammed his fist against the steel sliding doors that blocked their escape from the inner chambers of the AI Training Facility.
By By Magnus12 months ago in Fiction
Farewell
The engineering lookalike approached Elon and the commander. “The spaceship is ready for liftoff,” it said. Elon nodded and turned to the commanding lookalike.
By Stephanie Hoogstad12 months ago in Fiction
Killing Time
The motherfucker had it coming to him. The Old Man you mean? Who else? You seen that crusty scythe he carries. Trying to be all badass. He got all up in my face saying I be messing with his gig. Saying he’s the bossman, the one who gives the Order. Who’s he clowning?
By majoki12 months ago in Fiction
Intro to Intro
Marta hurried down the unfamiliar halls looking for her classroom, but the more she hurried, the more unfamiliar the halls became until she was in a part of the building that seemed very un-university like. Rounded and sleek with a softness of light suggesting rest.
By majoki12 months ago in Fiction
Drainage
Walk it. That’s how I processed a murder. Walk the crime scene, walk the neighborhood, walk until my mind caught up with my legs.
By majoki12 months ago in Fiction