humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
Quarter Century. Top Story - January 2025.
Twenty-five years… It just seems to be a small blip in time once you’ve reached my age. Young people always think that as soon as they hit a certain number that the party’s over. Well, that ain’t true. Not at all. Not a chance.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Futurism
H2o. Runner-Up in Future Fragments Challenge.
May 29th, 2050. The Congo Basin. The world is in a peculiar state. No, the endless skies and vast oceans haven't changed their familiar shades of blue. The mighty glaciers remain standing strong. In fact, earth's dwindling forests are making a spectacular recovery, similar to that of 200 years ago, before selfish men and a bulldozer marked territory without any ecological concern of the future...
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Futurism
Red Moon
The wind whips all about my small abode, awakening me with a shaking force borne of nature’s wrath. The brightness of the new day is shielded only by dark curtains hung in my one window. It begins to fill the room as I reluctantly rise from my single bed and quickly smother the bit of glowing warmth remaining in the furnace. I remove my woolen gloves (though I’m not sure what good they serve now with all the well-worn holes) and pick up my journal and pencil to note today’s data. This is the ninety-eighth book I’ve begun, and I wonder if I will still be alive to complete another after the pages of this one are full. It's a new year, a new day. The sun’s persistent brightness is a constant reminder today, January 4, 2050, may be my last. Without a doubt, the days which remain are numbered.
By Cindy Calder2 years ago in Futurism
Unmoored
I can’t tell you the exact day I realized time was slipping through my fingers. I can only tell you the day I first slipped. But that story comes later. The truth is, it wasn’t sudden. It was a slow unraveling, like the unraveling of a favorite dress—the kind you save for special occasions. At first, you barely notice. Then time pulls harder, and suddenly, you’re somewhere else entirely.
By Sandor Szabo2 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
The Unwanted Future
The year is 2050. Some historians attempted to document the events that lead to the end of civilization and humanity, but it was a futile attempt. After President Trump was assassinated in 2027, the United States had a second civil war. Millions of people were killed in riots, shootings, and road rage accidents. The hospitals were depleted of resources and doctors, as Corona Virus and various other viruses killed millions more. Energy sources (electric, oil, nuclear) began to fail as there were not enough educated and skilled engineers and technicians to maintain the nuclear plants or oil companies. Pollution began to create new viruses as acid rain began to kill the trees and plants. The air was toxic. The ozone gaps became worse. Global warming was keeping the temperatures above 95 degrees all over the world, all the time. There was no winter season anymore, and Spring and Autumn were not much different from Summer. The people who were leftover survivors suffered many physical ailments because the food and water had changed. The strongest survivors were murderers who had weapons and camping supplies. They would kill anyone or anything in their way for food or shelter.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 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
