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Exploring the future of science today, while looking back on the achievements from yesterday. Science fiction is science future.

The Lessons Of World War III And How They Created Peace
I had just begun to learn about World War III (WWIII). It ended when I was a child. Too young to remember what life was like at that time.
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHM2 years ago in Futurism
The Future of Social Media: A Tale of Freedom, Frustration, and Friendship. AI-Generated.
📢 Breaking News Alert! 📢 Marjorie: "You know, Owen, the ironic thing is that if people had access to their social media, they’d realize that the Sensitive Data Act is the biggest threat to American freedom since the Fake News Bill of 2042. An absolute infringement and desecration of our rights."
By Aziz Aziz2 years ago in Futurism
Alas Eden
I read a book once. Wait, that’s not what I mean, because I read many books. What I meant was, I read this book once... that’s still incorrect. I read this one book… twice, I found it fascinating. I was thirteen, the book was called ‘Alas Babylon.’ Nothing to do with the fabled city. It was about the end of the world. Again, not fully correct, it was regarding the collapse of society and civilization after a nuclear holocaust.
By JBaz2 years ago in Futurism
Beating Competitors at Their Own Game and Outpacing Disruption
The biggest disruptor in your market over the next decade won’t be AI itself. It will be those who use it better, faster, and more creatively than everyone else. This isn’t a sci-fi fantasy. A shiny new tech won’t descend from the heavens and magically transform industries. The real story is grittier. The winners will use AI to destroy established business models ruthlessly. They will build ecosystems that dominate every customer interaction. You will still have to be beating competitors to that next deal.
By Octopus Competitive Intelligence2 years ago in Futurism
Cape Hope
A man is standing in front of a mirror, dressed in a long, beige coat. The mirror with its golden frame is a remnant of his parent’s house and has been standing in their entrance hall for as long as he can remember. Standing, because hanging could be falling and falling could be breaking and breaking could be bad luck. As a child, he often stood in front of the mirror, observing himself and the whole room behind him. The day he outgrew the mirror was when his parents told him he was now a grown-up. Now, as he observes his head entering the mirror frame again, he realizes he is getting older. The thought makes him smile.
By Arne Nasgot2 years ago in Futurism
Light’s Price Tag. Runner-Up in Future Fragments Challenge. Content Warning.
The sun had a price. Not the harm to your skin, or the damage to your eyes. An actual value. Pounds, euros, dollars, yen, Bulgarian lev. Light had a price tag.
By Euan Brennan2 years ago in Futurism
Freedom or Fire?. Runner-Up in Future Fragments Challenge.
London Waterloo, 10 am, New Year's Eve, 2049 On the final day of 2049, a 45-year-old Anglo-African woman weaves through the crowd at London Waterloo, her eyes darting nervously. She sinks onto a bench beside an older Caucasian man, tears spilling as the clock strikes 10:30. She mutters, 'Sorry,' over and over, rising unsteadily. Her hand trembles as she pulls a gun from her coat pocket, the cold metal glinting under the station lights. Tears and sweat streak her face as passersby freeze, their conversations fading into horrified silence. Her fingers tighten around the cold metal. She thinks of her son—gone, taken by the UWO for questioning two years ago. She pictures his smile and how he laughed at her bad jokes. The tears come faster now, but her resolve doesn’t waver. "This is your fault, freedom or fire" are the last sad, fearful, but defiant words to leave her mouth before she pulls the trigger.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Futurism
A Future to Fight For
The world had not become a wasteland. It was something in between, something far stranger. So much life on the brink of death. Vibrant, yet decaying. Surviving and dying.
By Samantha Smith2 years ago in Futurism
Earth 2050
Earth in 2050 is something to look forward to. You wake up without any alarm, the lights in your bedroom gradually lighted up, mimicking a warm sunrise. As your natural circadian rhythm was optimal it triggered the preprogramed setting for waking, and you are greeted by Jane, your Guide.
By Vlad Cohal2 years ago in Futurism
Surviving is Overated. Runner-Up in Future Fragments Challenge. Content Warning.
Fiadh remembered what it used to be like. The struggles. The fights to keep above water. Barely surviving each and every day. The government kept making promises, each party saying they would bring lower prices, end inflation, make life enjoyable again.
By Luna Verity2 years ago in Futurism
Here There Be Giants
“Control! Control! Come in, Mission Control!” Co-pilot Scott Card was on the bounce, standing beside Comm Officer Starling’s console. He was on the comm instead of her because Starling was leaning over in her chair dead from the last strike the transporter ship had taken. Frantically, the co-pilot kept trying, “Damn it, Control! This is SS4398TC MOYA calling in an SOS!”
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Futurism
Generation Beta Grows Up
I could not sleep until the early morning, and when I did, the bed started spinning and flashes of faces and places passed through my inner vision. I awoke in another time. The year was 2050, 25 years in the future.
By Katherine D. Graham2 years ago in Futurism