Sci Fi

Constant
Somewhere in the staggering structure there had to be a drip. Thorndyke sensed it before he actually heard it late that first night as he sat in the empty chamber. A metallic plinking. It seemed inconceivable that a structure as monolithic as the Presidium could have a leak either external or internal. The outer sheath was active siliconite and all the internal delivery systems were membranic. A self-regulating bio-mechanical system like that might fail catastrophically, but a minor leak was virtually impossible.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
Hacking Heaven
Moraton Drax did his funky jig, as I stood nearby in his basement that was part computer temple, part electronics graveyard. Exotic circuitry, motherboards, cabling, drives, fans, casings were sculpted in mysterious formations, channels and conduits, like Angkor Wat fashioned from molded plastic, copper, aluminum, and silicon. And in the middle of it, Drax danced his smug little dance.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
Jacob Misses His Mother
Parallel Lives Between A Mother And A Son By: Mariann Carroll, October 13, 2025(Revised) It is 2030, the year Jacob Malone discovered a special Camera that can take you back in time.
By Mariann Carrollabout a year ago in Fiction
Torenza: The Veil Between Worlds (Last Part)
Jonathan Reed had been missing for weeks, leaving Heathrow in silent panic. Daniel Price, a junior officer at JFK, stared at the black passport on his desk. The silver letters shimmered faintly: **Daniel Price — Citizen of Torenza.** A chill ran down his spine; the air seemed alive, thick with anticipation.
By Wellova about a year ago in Fiction
The Digital Echoes
The notification arrived on a Tuesday. Three words that shattered Aria’s carefully reconstructed world: “Final session available.”
By Prompted Beautyabout a year ago in Fiction
Notification
Mara pressed her eye to the keyhole. It was old-fashioned, the kind that didn’t belong in modern apartment buildings. Oval-shaped, framed in brass, it was worn smooth from decades of curious tenants before her. Through it, a pale strip of light cut the dark like a wound. It was the same light she’d seen before, the one that teased at her curiosity until she finally gave in.
By Annieabout a year ago in Fiction
absence of evidence is not evidence of absinthe
“You are suffering from all the hallmarks of pycnodysostosis: fragile bones, short stature, large head, weak chin. Were you never examined for this as a child, Mr. Monfa?”
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
Moonlit Fate. AI-Generated.
The heavy oak doors of the council chamber boomed shut behind Draven, the sound reverberating through the cavernous hall, a stark counterpoint to the nervous thrumming in his own chest. He stood before them, the elders of his coven, their faces carved with the stoic severity of ages, each a monument to a history steeped in blood and suspicion. The air itself felt charged, thick with the unspoken animosity that had festered for generations, a palpable, suffocating blanket.
By Carolyn Pattonabout a year ago in Fiction
Moonlit Fate. AI-Generated.
"Lilith, my dear," a voice, like dry leaves skittering across stone, rasped from the shadows. It was Elara, the ancient crone of the Coven, her eyes, chips of obsidian, reflecting the blood-red moon. "You feel it, don't you? The shift."
By Carolyn Pattonabout a year ago in Fiction
Intersection
I’m that guy who gets run over by the car forced off the road as the good guy or villain flees during the exponentially epic chase scene in every action movie.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
kNOWn
What was I thinking? Tiasmet could not put the thought — the picture — out of her head. The chipmunk with its shark-blank eyes and its panicked keening as the tictocs methodically circled and closed on it. The chipmunk should have been able to easily dash away. It was ten times the size of a tic or toc, and much more powerful. Yet, the chipmunk froze in place as the tictoc bots linked up, creating an inescapable net.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
Children of the Moon Colony
Luna Prime was a marvel of human engineering, a city of sealed domes and humming life-support systems buried deep in the lunar regolith. For the children born there, it was simply home. They knew the Earth only as a beautiful, blue-and-white marble that hung in their black sky, a place of ancient history and whispered stories. Their world was one of recycled air, synthesized food, and measured, efficient lives.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction