satire
Science fiction satire presented to mock the many generations of society.
Analog XP. Honorable Mention in Scroll No More Challenge.
Established in 2031, Analog XP is LA's first post-smart phone video dating service! The solar flare of '29 might have fried every server and destroyed every cell tower this side of the Atlantic, but people still get lonely. If anything, we're lonelier.
By Tyler Clark12 days ago in Futurism
The Cold Black Screen
I don't remember when the world first ended. But I've always heard that it began like any other day... "Hello?" she repeated, staring at the black screen. "Hello?!" She tapped the screen furiously, unable to think of anything else in the moment. Suddenly, she turned to the barista across the counter and blurted out,
By Taylor Rigsby13 days ago in Futurism
Will Agentic AI Wipe Out Junior Staff and Middle Managers?
"AI will take your job" is no longer a sci-fi warning. Agentic AI — software that plans and carries out tasks on its own — is now landing in real offices. Executives want a return on what they spent, and a quiet culling has begun.
By ConvoWorld14 days ago in Futurism
Rotary or Die!. Honorable Mention in Scroll No More Challenge.
Well, I didn't even notice...at first. Please, sit up straight. No reason to ruin your posture just because of a phone. You wanted to know why I was so calm in the middle of all this nonsense and noise, and I am going to try to be as honest as a lady can when there seems to be no more rules to follow.
By Kendall Defoe 16 days ago in Futurism
Smartfall: 25 Years Later. Honorable Mention in Scroll No More Challenge.
As we reach the 25th anniversary of Smartfall, also known as Reboot Day, we sat down with several local figures to discuss that fateful day and the impact it still has a quarter century later.
By Aaron Morrison23 days ago in Futurism
Reels. Honorable Mention in Scroll No More Challenge. Top Story - October 2026.
GO Gabby thought the boy was hitchhiking and told Sara. He stood on the side of the road, thumbs moving wildly, almost pointing up and out for the ride. He stared down, not alert enough to catch the driver's attention. They kept driving down the road, a Road Atlas spread open between them. Gabby didn’t know how to read a map. Step-by-Step instructions were comforting, workable. Seeing groups of lines spreading around one another to form a transportation system felt daunting, dangerous. Sara was pretending she understood. Gabby thought about the boy, standing by the side of the highway, needing help. Maybe he didn’t know where he was going, either. Without a smartphone, maybe he was scrolling the air for answers.
By Cali Loria26 days ago in Futurism
Static Ovah the Kennebec
Linda always said Bowdoinham mornings looked like God forgot to turn the brightness up. Fog rolled in thick and low, swallowing the rivah, the trees, and half the Town Landing like it was tryin’ to erase the place one bite at a time. She stood theyah at 7:12 AM, sippin’ coffee that tasted like burnt driftwood and bad decisions, watchin’ the Kennebec breathe like some big creature sleepin’ under the surface.
By Syl De'Vil2 months ago in Futurism
