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Which Is Best Si-Fi Movie?
Without Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime or the so-called basic cable, it can be difficult to find a solution for science fiction. The Hulu library tends to be a smorgasbord, and although most of the sci-fi genre's movies are included, there are movies that come and go, making this list one of the most valuable. After some searching, we found that streaming services are the only ones out there and there is a plethora of sci-fi films on YouTube as well as a selection of free films for your viewing pleasure.
By albert bean5 years ago in Fiction
LOST IN TIME BY RICHARD LOWE
THE BOOK It all started a long time ago. At that time, there were four of us. First of all, I had seen this that told a story about these Caverns at the North Pole. And a Special Race of beings that lived there, and their secret technology was far beyond your dreams. I had visited our Professor to ask about our study and which Book's would we need for the research. The Professor had told me to wait in his office as he went into the other room where his private collection was kept. He did not let anyone in there. That's when I noticed this Ancient Book. I could see it was very old. I gently turned a few pages over and started to read them. This strange feeling comes over me. I could feel myself getting pulled into the book. I only had time to read a few pages. I had to quickly close it up because I could hear the Professor coming back to the room, but what I had read so far had left me with this overwhelming need to read more. The Professor gave me five books to help with our research. The Professor reminded me to make sure I returned them before the summer break next week. So Richard, is there anything else you need. I was about to ask him about the book but decided not to as I could see he was busy.
By richard lowe5 years ago in Fiction
Let Them Eat
The distant rumble of the quantum engines was almost soothing, a soft hum not unlike the white noise generator that sat on Dayn’s bedside table at home. He smirked as he thought about how far away home was. More than thirty-eight light years. A navigation update on his personal terminal indicated that they would be arriving at their destination very soon.
By Brian Gracey5 years ago in Fiction
The Death Cake
Jorib padded up the ramp into his spaceship, a white box bouncing in his hands with his excitement. Behind him a human male in his early adulthood years stood wide eyed, gazing at a large stack of green sheets of paper in his hand. Jorib didn’t have any idea of how money worked on this planet, but he figured fifty thousand units of the human’s currency was more than enough for this purchase.
By Alexander Huffman5 years ago in Fiction
Not Quite Time, Not Quite Space
The new subdivision was made by a madman, Emma Mota concluded when her final attempt to gain entrance to the oversized gated community happened hours after she decided it to be necessary. The new subdivision winded up and down hills and scattered itself across Humbleville in a series of broken circles, eight house cul-de-sacs, and a massive iron gate that dived and rose with the land. Emma was not sure if the decision to plant thorny bushes and rough grass outside the gate was done on purpose or not, but between the stinging cuts on her hand and the increasing rain fall the young woman’s resolve for the good in humanity waned. Emma knew the weakness in the iron gate only through a myth she heard while looking for trash behind Humbleville Hotel.
By M. J. Luke5 years ago in Fiction
How to Bake a Cake on Mars
A dreamer. That was the best way to describe my more than slightly eccentric father. He perpetually reached for the sky. Literally. When the Interplanetary Alliance announced it was again opening its one-year exchange program with Earth, Dad was one of the first in line to apply. As a second-generation baker, he was giddy as a schoolboy, sure he was a shoo-in since bakers, doctors and Sunday School teachers were to be given first consideration.
By Liz Montano5 years ago in Fiction
Spaceship of Mistaken Identity
He bolted into the dining room, saturated in a metallic grey slime resemblant of adamantine. Zolo, my best friend since childhood, never avoided getting himself into wild shenanigans. Often putting himself in some sticky situations, yet I had never seen such a look of alarm upon his face. I put down the rag I had been using to clean up the mess of guacamole that the child of a customer had decided to utilize as paint, the table his canvas.
By M.R. Cameo5 years ago in Fiction
Mechanical Humanity
A stranger recently died like a moldy apple. The state and the police had finished their investigation. All that was left was to clear out his musty apartment. The manager had assigned it to me, because keeping things in order was my job. I did not want to be responsible for removing this strange man’s remains. I did not want to be the person who erased this stranger from our apartments. Then again, who else would be willing to do such a thing?
By Meredith Lawless5 years ago in Fiction
Bulmanethyltryptamine
Take a jab of Bull, give a jab of Bull. That’s the beauty of it: the community. I won’t bore you with the science—frankly, I don’t give a damn how it works if it feels this good. You shouldn’t either. But to give it to you quick, you take the drug—Bulmanethyltryptamine; BMT; or, you know, Bull—and it changes you, fiddles with your body chemistry until, for a few minutes, you become Bull yourself. That’s when the magic happens. You can use the same needle. Ain’t no risk of spreading something: Bull is pure. Taking it out feels just as good as putting it in because you know that you’re passing it on. That’s what they’ve taught us our whole lives. Sharing is caring, after all. It’s like a wave in a football stadium. It just keeps going around and around and around. And the party never stops.
By James Daigler5 years ago in Fiction
About Wanting
Ten years had treated the boy she used to know well. He entered the Blue Moon just as the shift she covered came to an end. She decided to stay on and serve him anyway. Would he still recognize her? They’d long since left the orphanage of their youth. He was only a month older than her and no longer the lanky teen he’d been when she last saw him.
By Adrian Hollomon5 years ago in Fiction
