Sci Fi
Expedition Wonderstruck (1)
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Although one can equally say that about a shriek from the bottom of the ocean, or within the vast wilderness or depths of the Earth. Somebody needs to be there to hear you scream in the first place. Which is why tomorrow is going to be the best beginning of someone’s new life ever!” Exclaimed Alexandre while looking towards the starry sky above and then to his dear friends and classmates from the past four years.
By Dominic Venditti4 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World Head Mission 2: Igloo Supplies (Remix Version)
Previous Mission <Original Plotline by Jeremiah and Nic Ellison I do not own Club Penguin or Pokémon. Club Penguin is the property of Disney while Pokemon is the property of Nintendo, Gamefreak, and the Pokémon Company.>
By Jeremiah Ellison4 years ago in Fiction
Ripar the Alien
In the vast darkness of space, a solitary ship carries a lone alien named Ripar from the distant planet Targof, billions of light-years away. The Targofians, shapeshifters by nature, dispatch scouts to explore other planets, assessing their inhabitants for potential trade partnerships or determining if they should be avoided due to hostility. Additionally, they seek planets with compatible soil, water, and plant life to potentially rejuvenate Targof. Ripar ponders whether his home world once resembled this newfound planet before devastating storms rendered its surface uninhabitable. Now, people reside underground as the surface is uninhabitable for most creatures. This occurred over a millennium ago, and they have been searching for a similar planet ever since. As a shapeshifter, Ripar can easily assume the form of other beings to discreetly investigate planets and their inhabitants. Although Targofiens are amicable, they understand that space and some of its inhabitants can be hostile, and they are prepared to defend themselves if necessary.
By Robert Kegel4 years ago in Fiction
Origin of the first super intelligence specie
A.I,Artificial intelligence.Tell me, what is the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear the words Artificial Intelligence?Civilizations filled machines?Going to a nice restaurant for a date and being served by a robot,Atending a seminar or a lecture beinghosted by a humanoid robot?That sounds cool mfwethu,it seems like the future is a sci-fi movie in real life,but I got a question.Why are we developing super intelligent species?Are we not intelligent enough?When did we start believing that we are not competentenough to solve problems?Are we the only intelligent specie in the universe or did we evolve from another intelligent specie?
By iamnjabulo4 years ago in Fiction
Who am I?
The query of who am I seems to be the only question you can actually solution. Yet, when I took the time to try to parent out Who am I, I discovered this question is the one that requires important wondering. In wellknown, the answer to this question is that I am a normal individual who loves spending quality time with the humans I respect. In addition, I dedicate myself to completing my duties, and I actually have a dream of becoming a awesome character. However, there are such a lot of other things that make me someone. I constantly try to use each opportunity to have greater unfastened time for my pursuits.
By Abhinav Pandey4 years ago in Fiction
Far Side of the Moon
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But the Bose audio system in my helmet transmitted my panic attack perfectly for everyone at Base Camp and Mission Control to hear. (Not to mention anyone back on Earth who might be live streaming.) Fortunately, only Mission Control would be notified that I had also just wet myself.
By Ben Shepherd4 years ago in Fiction
The Doomed Train
Motes of amber and amethyst swirled in Jarett’s vision as he was wrenched from his slumber by searing heat. His mind awoke, but his eyelids did not lift. Even without sight, Jarett knew himself to be alone, a reality he could not bear to witness. A dull rattling and clattering made its way up his bones and into his fragile skull.
By Samuel W Reid-Mckee4 years ago in Fiction
Behind the Curtain
Belching, driving, flying, munching, waste, gas, junk. Consumption and expulsion. “This is the future. A state of the art, clean living solution. No more sprawling cities occupying valuable space, no more unnecessary travel. All you need within walking distance. Welcome to the Track - a linear city where you can live free - let’s get back on Track”
By Dennett Fortess4 years ago in Fiction
