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Love and Robots
This weekend I celebrated the successful completion of my first-ever Arduino-powered project, a dance costume sleeve that changes colour as the dancer moves. This weekend I also found out that the Afghani competitors in this year's FIRST Global robotics competition, a team of six young women, were at last granted permission to enter the United States in order to join their robot for the competition.
Caitlin McDonaldPublished 6 years ago in Futurism
Dream Stalker
Tarania woke covered in sweat and her head felt like it had been stomped on. Her throat was sore like she had eaten glass and her hair was knotty and sandy. She pushed a clump of knotted hair out of her face, then wiped the sand off.
Dawn Marie StylesPublished 6 years ago in Futurism
Haunted Town
Me and my best friend were always fascinated by ghosts, curses, demons. Anything paranormal. Little did we know this fascination would follow us throughout our lives.
Debbie knightPublished 6 years ago in Futurism
More Accurate Mapping of Space
Hi, all. I just wanted to offer a suggestion, if it wouldn't be too presumptuous of me to do so, aimed at any group/institution/university/etc.
Joseph CafarielloPublished 6 years ago in Futurism
A Fascinating Window Into Sean Stone - Host of 'Buzzsaw'
I recently had the pleasure of interviewing Sean Stone (eldest son of Oliver), and the host of Buzzsaw, a series on Gaia, a member-supported conscious media company.
Felicity HarleyPublished 6 years ago in Futurism
Review of Westworld 1.2
As the second Presidential debate played out across lots of television in October 2016, the second episode of Westworld proceeded on HBO. Actually, it had been available On Demand for about a week -- as our own world became ever more like Westworld in our ability to control our fiction, if not our reality.
Paul LevinsonPublished 6 years ago in Futurism
The Invisible Mummy
The Invisible Mummy was having another bad day. He’d been causing disturbances at the used car dealership, making mild bits of mayhem by disconnecting computers from wall sockets, smearing windows with bandage grease and pushing Mini Coopers out of their parking spaces. But the inattentive car dealers were too bored, distracted or hungover to notice his disruptions. When, using all of his strength, he managed to push a Mini Cooper to the edge of the lot, shoving it up against the rusty chain that surrounded the place, one pudgy salesman finally took notice.
Brian K. HenryPublished 6 years ago in Futurism
Alex The Inventor (Book 2 - Chapter 1)
Read Chapter 1 (Part 1) at: Deep Sky Stories Chapter 1 (Part 1) - Of Lineage and Tokens of Manhood When the boy and his large companion arrived on what became their new Homeworld, they had to learn to survive and adapt to the new environment as best as they could.The boy was fit and hardy though and he had the good sense to pack what provisions he thought were necessary before he began his lone journey from one planet to the other.He first saw his new Homeworld from afar only a year before - that being two of our years.His father, King T'eir of the Valley's southwestern shores, had taken him to the highest tower of his palace on a dark, clear night and pointed up at the tiny blue dot nestled among the stars.It did not appear to be very interesting to the boy at first - it was just a pale blue speck in the darkness and looked much too distant as well. Yet his father told him that that dot in the night sky was a very interesting place indeed. The blue dot was actually nearer to their Homeworld than even the brightest of the stars which turned in the black velvet dome high overhead.How could that be, the boy wondered. It was only a little blue dot in space. There was no other place which could possibly match the beauty and wonders of the boy's own Homeworld.The valley he lived in was a full, rich and wild country all by itself. It was the envy of the Plains People who roamed the cold and dusty steppe-lands beyond his home.In the Valley there were thick, carpets of Ground-Leaf and mosses of every kind grown with care by the Life-Givers of each village. And rich farmlands of the hard-working Tils Clan stretched in thin strips of fertile soil for hundreds of miles along the banks of the mighty River Styx.Then there were the Strand Villages which were clusters of mud huts that stood upon tall, erosion-carved sandstone pillars. The pillars were situated throughout the entire length of the endless river valley. The Valley did seem to be endless, so far did it stretch from East to West, from horizon to horizon.The village pillars all stood a full two miles above the thundering river. A boy, such as he, could run and explore from village to village for weeks on end because each was inter-connected, one to the other by a web of strong rope bridges.A boy could meet new and interesting people all along the way and would never go hungry because the food and bounty from the Valley floor was shared freely among the villagers.No, there was nothing, the boy was sure, which could possibly compare with the splendor of his Homeworld. True, there were a few worrying signs of troubles ahead which the boy often heard his Royal parents discussing with various diplomats and "High-War Moderators" during evening meetings.The meetings had something to do with "accidents" involving the "Moon-War" machines which were somehow reaching the surface of his world and causing serious problems, even fatalities at times, among the nomadic Plains People.But Halden, the son of King T'eir was not afraid of such problems as these. His father would make short work of those nasty little robot Flies, he was sure. No, there was no world as wonderful nor any people as powerful as his race, that was certain.
G.F. BrynnPublished 6 years ago in Futurism
Crossing the Void
There have been many tales told of nights such as this, tales of demons, witches, ghouls, goblins and all manner of foul creatures who seek to enter the world of man when the night sky is at its darkest, the fog at its thickest and when the moon has given itself to the sick and putrid yellow glow of the underworld. Under such a dark and dreadful night, a thin priest dressed in snow white robes rushes from the safety of the church clutching a lantern lit by a fire in his left hand and a worn out leather brown book in his right hand. He sprints to a small one horse drawn carriage which sits at the base of the church's stone steps as he pants and gasps for air the priest tells the frightened stagecoach,
Winfield BrothersPublished 6 years ago in Futurism
Snapshots of Different Realities
Snapshot 00110001 — The Old Friends The Lorn and the Human sat on Isoclectic Beach on Isidorian (the seventh planet of the large star cluster, not the lesser moon). The sun was setting, and the pair had been drinking for most of the afternoon.
Kim WilliamPublished 6 years ago in Futurism
Time Walker Chapter Three
Perhaps this was another facility he was in and was being prepped (made brain dead) to die, Hunter thought as he wriggled himself, glad that he wasn't strapped down.
Dawn Marie StylesPublished 6 years ago in Futurism
I Am Not Smart Enough to Enter Mensa, But I Can Prove They Are Stupid
First, I have to define some terms, to be able to prove my point. I need to explain stupid, Mensa (and how to enter), IQ, and what IQ tests ignore.
Ana-Maria LazarPublished 6 years ago in Futurism
