Futurism

The Daily Collective

The Daily Collective January 24 2021 Sunrise EST 39.95n, -76.17w Sun in 4° Aquarius in the 12th House To take the bold steps into self-discovery can be both a daunting and liberating feat. The week begins with us taking a hard look at the deepest, and potentially darkest aspects of our nature. Yet this ability to look into our shadows shows the strength of character in the individual who undergoes such endeavors. To know thyself is the theme of this Sunday morning, and the rewards of such actions reap tremendous benefits. Be kind to yourself as you undertake this excavation into the deep. With the honorable and innovative Aquarius exalted in the sky, we have the ability to view such shadows in a new perspectives that will assist in the rising of our truest natures. Introspection, honesty, and compassion are the guides that will help you mend the relationship between the light and shadow. Be kind to yourself.

Billie Riddick

Published about 2 hours ago in Futurism

Monster Zoo / Water Trouble

“Daddy! Papa!” Kieran called out when he got back to his room, making sure to close the portal. He already sent Angel through and told him sternly not to eat any of the soup or bread he had just finished baking. “Where are you?”

Alexander Mikesell

Published about 2 hours ago in Futurism

When Frankie Met Hades

After a commission-gone-wrong almost left her for dead, Frankie Fox swore not to go treasure hunting ever again. It didn’t take long to break her oath. The magic of uncovering something from the forgotten past, made her curious heart flutter with excitement. Not to mention those snobbish curators at the British museum who rejected her application for the third year running, but she had to teach them a lesson.

Skylar Senn Author

Published about 4 hours ago in Futurism

Becoming The Creature

The snowfall melted into our skin with a golden shimmer. I threw a worried glance at the horde behind me. Everyone stared at their skin, captivated by the color. They flashed greedy grins and eyes that drooled as they pinched the snowflakes between their fingers. They didn't notice that it was eating their flesh away, little by little.

Ez_Kye

Published about 5 hours ago in Futurism

The father of the church and his assistant.

Takad and Spoons. The dynamic duo returns again. Their life of drinking has never changed. They still live in the three wall shanty house near the stream in the jungle.

Waldo Yamada

Published about 5 hours ago in Futurism

Ganymedes Gift

The bus jutted away from the curb and careened it’s way into the traffic that sat unrelentingly still. Another busload of oddly vacant passengers, wobbled submissively with the carbon belching antique towards the freeway and the main drag of downtown Vegas. Through miles of dessert the stars illuminated the night and cast a glow around everything their light touched. I reached into my pocket. Three nights before I had woken in the dessert,with no concept of how I had arrived there. I carefully withdrew the items from my leather jacket, the last of my dmt, a large quartz crystal and an open bus ticket, the burning Man would start in one week and I needed to get there. I continued to empty my pockets, take stock and look for clues of where the hell I had gotten to This time. I pulled a small unfamiliar book from my back pocket. It had a gold star embossed on the front and was worn and soft on its edges. Looking it over front and back it seemed that someone had kept it literally in their hands for an incongruent amount of time. Flipping through I could see not a blank space for words or pictures anywhere inside. I flipped to the front. Meet me at the Tower three days hence and I will reward you with treasures you never imagined. Who was Me? What did they want to reward me for? Oh god I need to go to rehab! I am supposed to be hosting an active engagement with interstellars For Burning Man and now I need to meet someone somewhere for some reason, alright clear enough, maybe the dmt would jar something lose. I had no money(spent last 100$ on open ticket) and was broke until I produced an active interstellar event. No Pressure! Cass you got this, I told myself. (Yeah right) I shook the book and something fell out, or somethings, they cluttered to the floor as I jostled against the seat to retrieve them. A casino slip for 500$ For casino royale and a small silver card with a blue button imprinted on the center.Alriggt self, things just keep getting better and better. What the hell is that? The bus jolted to a stop and all the people start exciting like they can all fit in the same space at the same time. I collected my things and checked around my seat, okay stuff in pockets, head on nice and tight. Exit bus. Heading straight for the Royale to cash in my, or somebody’s winnings. Next in order was a room to collect myself and figure out my situation.i went to the front desk and asked for a suite for the night, the pretty hostess said your in luck we had a cancellation and the executive suite is half price, that will be 250$ and here is your door card, I paid lady and Doorcard in hand, I am practically running for my room. First order flush that god damn dmt, with a reality like this I wasn’t sure I could hack the extra dimensional lake that would be my brain. One long luxurious shower later, the dust and grime of sleeping outside washed away like it was never there. I picked up the silver card and sat on the bed. It was so thin and almost flexible metallic polymer of some kind no other markings or features besides the blue dot 🔵 I touched the dot, suddenly a tiny blue lotus hologram danced above the shiny metal surface. Placing the hologram on the bedside table, I fumbled through my jacket for the little black book that accompanied it. It was full of math, Fibonacci sequences, drawings, and journal entries. Drawings of the card, descriptions of its functions and labeled arrows pointing to areas of the card that had operational functions when activated. One said OFF. This was enough for today, I touched the indicated corner, the hologram projection vanished and I tucked it back into the book that it clearly and in no circumstances should be separated from, tucked it under my pillow climbed into bed and fell asleep. The first of many miracles to come, I rested more peacefully than I had in as long as I can remember. Stretching I hopped out of bed with a spring in my step, what on earth are you so happy about I thought. Opening the French doors I stepped onto the veranda. The sun was rising over the city. Before the magic of the dawn could move through me completely the phone rang, picking up to a warm “Good Morning Miss Jones we have a visitor here for you. Would you like me to send her up? No thank you I will be right down, I managed to say. I grabbed the book from under my pillow and I checked that its contents were intact. Quickly dressed and headed to to lobby to meet my mysterious guest.

Sarah Wareing

Published about 6 hours ago in Futurism

The Mark of Cain

Glaciers form as layers of snow pile on top of each other from season to season. Each layer differs in chemistry. As the years pass the buried layers of snow compress under the immense weight of the countless snow layers above them. This makes the once light semi pure fluffy snow into a cold dense layer of ice. Particulates and dissolved chemicals that were captured by the falling snow act like memories as they become trapped in the ice. Our job as glacial geologists is to drill down through those layers of time and retrieve those memories in the form of a cylindrical sample referred to as an ice core. We can view all the layers from this sample and piece together quite a lot about the past including when the ice formed, the climate at the time, the accumulation of snow, the atmosphere’s chemical composition, solar activity, and even volcanic activity…

Stede Lindgren

Published about 6 hours ago in Futurism

Asteroid Mining For the Future

What happens when the Earth's most precious resources finally begin to dwindle? When its gems are all but scraped from its surface and sold off? When its rarest elements are strained and used? When the last gallons of water are on the brink of being consumed? Or even more grim of a reality, when the last tree is chopped down and fresh air becomes a scarce commodity? What then?

Shane Taylor

Published about 7 hours ago in Futurism

Check Out This Excerpt From 'Star Wars: The High Republic: Into The Dark'

The highly anticipated young adult novel Star Wars: The High Republic: Into the Dark, set to be released on February 2, 2021, is part of a majorly hyped up publishing initiative that has been talked about a lot since its announcement. It is refreshing to see the Jedi and the Republic at a time when they are not about to be destroyed by the Sith right away. We get to see the galaxy as it was, during the golden age that many characters have referenced.

Culture Slate

Published about 7 hours ago in Futurism

The Astronaut

The alluring light of a nearby star captivated both man and machine. The astronaut and his companion looked on from the flight deck of their small spacecraft. They looked on as prominences reacted to each other across the sun, setting off radiant explosions of energy. The craft sat well outside the reach of any radioactive debris from the solar flare event. From this safe distance, the chaos of nature could be appreciated. As the solar arches danced beautifully before them, the astronaut opted to delay the craft’s launch time until the eruptions ceased.

Christian Lopez

Published about 7 hours ago in Futurism

'The Mandalorian' Director Shares Thoughts On George Lucas' "Crazy" Set Visit

By this point, many fans have seen footage and photos of Star Wars creator George Lucas on the set of The Mandalorian during the production of its first two seasons so far. It has been fascinating seeing how people like Jon Favreau have interacted with him on the set as the hit show continues to grow. Even with the little that we have gotten, there are bound to be lots of fans who would love to be a fly on the fall during Lucas' set visits.

Culture Slate

Published about 7 hours ago in Futurism