Sci Fi
Soulmates
The object had two components: a long thin chain attached at both ends to a geometrically shaped thing around the size of her thumb. It was made of metal, but Lana wasn’t certain what kind. Of course, finding that out was the whole point of her job. She took it to the metals station and began the usual tests.
By Rachel Lee3 years ago in Fiction
Verago
“It will all be over soon,” my brother Roan assures me, giving my hand a squeeze. I do my best to give him a convincing smile in response, but the truth is, my heart is beating in my chest, slamming against my rib cage like it’s ready to escape. And my heart isn’t the only thing that feels claustrophobic, I realize as I scan the rest of the dining hall. Although this facility is all that I’ve ever known, the prospect of leaving here for something else, anything else, fills me with a yearning that makes me want to claw at the white walls surrounding us.
By Kora Greenwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Foundation
I didn't know it, when I first stepped off the neglected dirt pathway, through the rickety old gate, and into the overgrown garden, but I was stepping back in time. I was entering a world where love had lived, where love had pushed through the hard surface of a resistant heart and change the structure of a universe.
By Kristena Mears3 years ago in Fiction
Destruction
I gasped for breath; in the darkness I could barely make out the edges of the rubble crushing down on my chest. I could feel the warm streams of blood running across my face. Every breath was labored, and I could feel the dust biting into my throat with every inhale. I wanted to cough but I could not the rubble was so heavy against me. As my other senses started to work, I could hear the sharp screams in the distance cutting through the rubble, energy weapons firing and crackling amidst the dwindling screams. The only thing I could think about was how I needed to survive not only for myself, but for my parents. I struggled to lift my head from the sharp stone beneath me only to glance down at my palm, in the dim light I could barely make out the heart shaped locket my father had left in my hands only moments before they came. I found myself trying so hard to move but I could not, the rubble pushed deeper into my stomach as I tried to wiggle out of it, I could feel it biting deeper into my body. With every movement the rubble was crushing me along with my hope to escape.
By Liz Yournameisntliz3 years ago in Fiction
Sandman
Sandy watched a fly banging into the window beside him, creating tiny gong music with its small stupid head. Do flies have heads? The whole body is sort of a head. How would one behead a fly? Fucker will give himself a concussion. Might see the real world, for once. Real as a fly sees it. Mosaic of ommatidia.
By Gerard Robertson3 years ago in Fiction
Forever?
Adam closed the door, blocking the late afternoon sun and snooping robots. The study his only refuge in a world of constant surveillance. A scale model of the photon plant he managed for fifty years sat on a desk in the middle of the room. His latest project to combat the boredom of semi-retirement.
By Michael Grigg3 years ago in Fiction
Appoca-probs
Is it not strange how beautiful something terrible can be? Levi could not help seeing the beauty in it all as he sprawled out on a lounger perched upon the edge of a roof. For those who think nobody could relax in times like these, they had never met Levi. So relaxed was he that, if it was not for the rumble of the Earth shaking his sunglasses down his nose, he would have drifted to sleep. Instead his eyes drifted over the cracked uneven ground, the sun slowly roasting his skin. It felt Impossible how quickly everything had changed.
By Richard Farmery3 years ago in Fiction
Artificial
The flight from the Rigo-12 colony was less than phenomenal. It was horrible. The G-force produced by high-speed space flight left the passengers feeling sick. But, all of them were used to this. Flying under crappy conditions between Earth and the colonies was the norm for smugglers and dealers. Morrow simply needed to take a pill and execute a certain algorithm in his Neuroware to shake off the jetlag. Once that combination of drugs and software kicked in, he was good to go. His self-driving van was being controlled by a VA that notified him of its arrival. Morrow had already checked out of customs and picked up the goods he was importing. This airport was privately owned by the Sanchez Group. They were a group of companies that was largely funded by black market assets and activities. That said, this private airport was a hub for the importing and exporting of illegal goods. That included cybernetic implants(like Morrow's Neuroware), farmed organs, bioengineered pets, and any perversion of life you could think of or any mods that would help people survive on less. The Sanchez Airport of Manhattan is a multi-leveled facility that seems legit on the surface.
By Franklin Sami3 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Gold Turned Heart of Cold
“ With great power comes great responsibility.” . This used to be a phrase of some kind, long ago. A phrase about power being used to help others, and do what’s right. Not many can remember that phrase, but I do. Truly, it was not long ago that this phrase was used by what was called mainstream media. But, that’s not what this world is. In this world, power does not come with responsibility. In this world, power is the only thing that matters.
By Jessica Sveen3 years ago in Fiction
Those Who Are Chosen
The smell of antiseptic was piercing through the cloud of sweat and filth that filled the large room. Soldiers lay dying on cots as medical personnel in various states of soiled white garb moved through the Triage. In the old world, the process was different. In the better days, those who were the least injured were at the back of the line for treatment. As the old doctor from a freshly dead world watched the new regime's lapdogs move to the favored her stomach turned. Men with little more than sprains and cuts were receiving the attention of qualified doctors while struggling aides tried to keep severely wounded men alive.
By Ian Kelley3 years ago in Fiction