fantasy
Celebrating the fantastical. Let your imagination run wild.
My $50,000 Dream
I walk the streets of my hometown I haven’t visited in several years, reminiscing about my childhood and youth spent here. I stop near my former home, a five-story apartment block, and look at the windows of my apartment. I had a pretty good life there with my mom and sister, and now I’m trying to imagine who lives there and if they enjoy the apartment as much as we did.
By Lana V Lynx2 months ago in Futurism
Eufy to Eufena. Runner-Up in Already Here Challenge. Top Story - September 2026.
A few years back, my daughter gifted me a robot vacuum. No. Not a Roomba, so delete that thought. She is the brand Eufy, and that is her name. I love Eufy. She is a delight to me, and I saw no need to change her birth name!
By Andrea Corwin 2 months ago in Futurism
The Truth About Data Centers
Every time we send a message, stream a movie, ask an AI assistant a question, upload a photo, or buy something online, there is a good chance a data center is involved. Yet these enormous facilities are mostly invisible to us. They sit behind the scenes, quietly processing, storing, and moving the information that powers modern life.
By AnthonyBTV2 months ago in Futurism
Communication With People is Preferable to Talking to Technology
What I once considered fantasy is now becoming a reality thanks to Artificial Intelligence. What I have seen play out in animation and sci-fi television programming is now here in real time. AI has the ability to have conversations.
By Cheryl E Preston2 months ago in Futurism
The Steam Between Stars
[The idea for this story is not my own. It is from a short story I read when I was very very young but have never bee nable to find again. So, in memory of a story that has stuck with me for more decades than I am willing to admit, I write my own brief version.]
By Canyon Cappola (TheNomad)3 months ago in Futurism
THE SENTINEL
Chapter Five: the weight of the known --- They left the keeper’s enclosure before dawn. Lian had not asked for the box’s origin, and the keeper had not offered. The exchange had been concluded—not with words, but with the simple act of Lian placing the box into his pack and turning toward the door. The keeper had not watched them leave. It had already turned back to its shelves, as if the visit had been a brief interruption in a longer task.
By Nier Rossi4 months ago in Futurism
THE SENTINEL
Chapter Four They were three days into the wildlands when the signal arrived. It didn't come through any standard channel. There was no sender ID, no origin stamp, no timestamp. It was just a coordinate, embedded in a single pulse, broadcast on a frequency that should have been long decommissioned.
By Nier Rossi4 months ago in Futurism
THE SENTINEL
Chapter Three --- Lian woke to the sound of breathing that was not his own. --- His eyes opened before his mind caught up. Instinct—the kind that Caius had beaten into him over years of training—told him three things in the span of a single heartbeat:
By Nier Rossi4 months ago in Futurism
THE SENTINEL
Chapter Two --- The road out of the Eastern Alliance was not a road at all. It was a scar—a long, jagged wound cut into the earth by the weight of a hundred years of overpopulation and under-repair. The asphalt had long since crumbled into gravel, and the gravel had long since been swallowed by the dust that never settled in this part of the world.
By Nier Rossi4 months ago in Futurism
THE SENTINEL
“The old man bought a Sentinel because he no longer believed in God, but he still believed in goodbye.” --- Chapter One The delivery arrived at 4:17 AM, which was precisely when Caius Voss had scheduled it. He had always believed that important things should happen when the world was asleep—when there were no witnesses, no questions, no paper trails that could be traced back to a man who was already half-dead and trying to finish his business before the curtain fell.
By Nier Rossi4 months ago in Futurism
