Sci Fi
Save Your Last Breath
"Breathe. I need to breathe." Listen, and use your imagination. The oxygen levels were depleting fast. Pollution made way for every manner of sickness—but the government leaders never expected the very earth to turn against them. Plants and trees withered away to nothing, and the soil was parched in every corner of the globe. Even the rain forests, the last sanctuaries, became deserts over time.
Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago in FictionJake Rodriguez
Slick your hair back, just like that. Okay, now just a little hairspray. Gorgeous, baby. You’re going to rock that presentation this afternoon. Tim won’t know what hit him. All you have to do is muscle up, puff out your chest, talk numbers… the new antidepressant will get put through to R&D before any of those reprobates have a chance to disapprove.
Trenton AnthonyPublished 3 years ago in FictionWhen All You Want To Do Is Leave
Dolly, Dolly, come back. Her voice, like the self-soothing purr of a cat. Many things have brought me to this empty cathedral, in this empty city. A disease. A vocation. A paper trail. A locket. Of all these things, it’s the voice that lingers. Not reproachful, not bitter; just a chant, a girl’s jump rope melody, almost meaningless.
Eric DovigiPublished 3 years ago in FictionAllison
“Hey Allison, how are things? “All things considered, pretty good for a teenager my age, J0E.” “What are you doing hanging around here in SECTOR 13?”
CR. PhoenixPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Deviants, part one
Curled up in the corner of the basement, Ava clutched onto the heart-shaped pendant hanging around her neck as she heard the sky boom loudly.
Amethyst ChampagnePublished 3 years ago in FictionThey Are Here
They're here! My grandfather said he talked to them once, but I didn't believe him. He was quite the storyteller. He said he was a descendant of the great American Indian war chief, Geronimo. He also said he was Elvis Presley's cousin. I laughed off his stories, but they entertained me.
From Science Fiction to Reality: The Evolution of Artificial Intelligence
What was once a fabrication of the creative mind of some our most renowned sci-fi scholars, man-made consciousness (AI) is flourishing in our regular day to day existences. We're as yet a couple of years from having robots available to our no matter what, yet AI has effectively had a significant effect in more inconspicuous manners. Climate figures, email spam separating, Google's hunt forecasts, and voice acknowledgment, such Apple's Siri, are altogether models. What these innovations share practically speaking are AI calculations that empower them to respond constantly progressively. There will be developing agonies as AI innovation advances, yet the beneficial outcome it will have on society as far as effectiveness is tremendous.
waqar jameelPublished 3 years ago in FictionJunil
Harbu stood amidst a cloud of blue spores as they gently swept across the landscape. She reached toward the sky and closed her transparent eyelids. The spores attached to her fragile body, and her skin softened as it expanded and retracted. She was nourishing her body with Moonites that every living creature on Junil consumed. In return, creatures molted their skin and left them on the ground. That allowed the fungus to grow large enough to penetrate the rocky surface. The fungus drew energy from the only source of nutritious light, reflected from Junil's moon.
Full Metal Locket
“Jas… wake up, we need to keep moving”. ‘Mhhmmmm’, Jasper let out a sleepy moan, the voice encouraging him to wake. “We have been here too long, pack up and keep quiet, it's early, come on, big day ahead.”
Lauren BrydePublished 3 years ago in FictionWhen Three Worlds Collided
Journal Entry Number One: We've been in this bunker for two days now. I'm not sure what's going on above us yet. The people say it's radiation ash poisoning from all of the nuclear bombs that were unintentionally detonated in the middle of the night. The sirens filled our ears and we ran underground. There’s light down here. And food. We have an old citizens band radio to speak to other survivors. We have been able to contact a few others like ourselves. Father will go up top in a few days to check it out.
Chrissy BarnhillPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Ark
Utopia isn’t a place really. It’s an idea. Or better yet, an ideal to seek. It’s ubiquitous in that it pops up in many ways throughout history and in myths and legends. Through the ages we have always had stories that allude to some great perfect moment coming. The dream of it is alluring. As a child I always hoped it could happen. I read the classics and watched the old speculative fiction movie streams from a young age. The ones where humans imagined what the world would look like in a future without all of life’s petty problems. Where everyone had come together as a species and made great things happen. Nothing I read or saw ever convinced me that such a place, such an ideal could exist. Because I knew people.
String Days
String days have fooled us and through their string hours we dangle alone bodies tangled memories knotted as we sway from the day to a string night of bone
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 years ago in Fiction