humanity

The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.

Resonance Ink
Amira stood before the mirror and admired her swirling gold tattoos. She wore a fitted, sleeveless, cropped tank top and short shorts. She tied her hair in a high pony, swiped on some lip gloss, and stepped out to meet her personal Golden Mask shuttle.
By Steph Marieabout a year ago in Futurism
Children of the Wheat
We had been riding down this road for what seemed to be over 100 miles. There has not been a single spot where we could stop and turn around for hours. There has not been a single gas station or any place where we could stop and ask for directions. It was the dead of night. We had no cell phone signal. We had no idea where we were. We were running out of gas. And I really, really, had to pee.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Futurism
Chemical Demons
Sophia lives in an upscale neighborhood, thanks to her family's ability to pay the heavy mortgage. She enjoys the amenities: sleek roads, well-maintained public spaces, parks, libraries, nature reserves, picnic area, hiking trails, lakes, mountain view, sports complex, and community halls.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Futurism
Utopian Grey. Content Warning.
Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream. — Nathaniel Hawthorne
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Futurism
The Unearthing of Aurora
Resurrection willfully follows destruction. Clinging to a hope and an augmentation of life. Rebirth must be solvent, formidable and mature. Aurora remains humanities final hope.
By Chela Bradshawabout a year ago in Futurism
Operation Scarecrow
From a file that you will not read: That does sound ominous, so I had better explain how things are to you, and to anyone who actually finds this.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Futurism
Searching Out the Garden
It’s been a good day. A remarkable day. Momentous even. And I have no idea why. I’ve never seen him like this. It’s as though the entire weight of the world has just been lifted from his shoulders.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knockabout a year ago in Futurism
Children of the State
The ringing of the morning bell kept blaring. Zarian could hardly open his eyes with the other boys in Bunk Room Two. The morning was never welcome, and the wrath of Headmaster Clarian. He wanted all the children at the State Boys Academy to be at the top and serve the state to the best of their abilities. Still, the headache results from Clarian's minions entering as the Zarian barely opened his eyes. The mattress was moving as Zarian was still lying. The cold ground was the result of his fall.
By Sarah Danaherabout a year ago in Futurism
Hope for the Future
After the Greater World Depression of 2025-2029, it was obvious policies and laws had to change. The self-absorbed “leader” of the US with an insatiable thirst for power and rage revenge was overthrown by the military junta. The militia were following all the tenets of the US Constitution which they were sworn to uphold. When 47 spoke of ways he could become “president for life,” a bipartisan tribunal was formed to address the situation and wrest control back from the tyrant and his cronies. A Third Constitutional Convention was convened to manage the crisis.
By Barb Dukemanabout a year ago in Futurism
Finding Peace In The Nightmare
The fawn licked Lucas’ face clean as he meditated in the dew-covered field. Thirst sated, it moved on to the tall grasses flowering around the man, its family spread out for their morning meal. It had been nearly a month since he took up this position. The curious youngster took another lick, emptying wrinkles that had been smoothed out over a millennium ago. They were spreading, getting worse. Lucas knew it was time to move, face the fears that time was etching into his flesh. But not until this family of deer was done with their breakfast. He would not startle these lovely creatures because he had not quelled the past.
By Sean A.about a year ago in Futurism
Neurodivergent Utopia. Runner-Up in Tomorrow’s Utopia Challenge.
Janice stabbed her spoon into the all-marshmallow cereal, trying not to scream. “Gooooooood-MORNING Neurotopia!!!! Another day in the most PERFECT world we could ever imagine!” the ADHD Channel blared. “Too loud? That’s okay! Flip to the Sensory Channel for a calmer start to your morning! The autism friendliness there allows for a much more organized structure that is less overstimulating! Are you just about to jump out of your skin? Feel like starting a thousand new projects? Here, you can! Every day, in every way! Even the sky can't be the limit!”
By Dalma Ubitzabout a year ago in Futurism
How Much Is It Worth? . Runner-Up in Tomorrow’s Utopia Challenge. Top Story - May 2025.
Never to his face obviously–that would be cruel, far too cruel, and the world today tried to be less cruel than it once was, but his colleagues all laughed at him for how much he spent on the drugs.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Futurism