science fiction
The bridge between imagination and technological advancement, where the dreamer’s vision predicts change, and foreshadows a futuristic reality. Science fiction has the ability to become “science reality”.
The End
Rachel squinted as she looked up at the sky. It was painfully bright. People bustled around her, panic in the air. She stood still amongst the chaos; she knew she was safe. She knew she wouldn’t be left behind on this dying planet. Her brown hair blew across her face in the hot breeze, and she glanced around the crowd, eyes focusing on what they were all here to see. A spaceship was several meters ahead of her. It looked like something out of the old sci-fi movies. Sleek and clean, but capable of leaving this galaxy behind.
Emilie TurnerPublished a day ago in FuturismLost Connection
“Mission control, this is Stargazer. Do you read me?” “I’m sorry, commander, but all I’m picking up is static on every channel. I can’t even raise the ISS.”
Mark GagnonPublished 15 days ago in Futurism
Confirm Humanity
Hello! Thank you for choosing Cyber Roller, the self-driving on-demand taxi! I am car CL-313 using autonomous vehicular operation system 4.1. What is your destination?
SkylerizedPublished 21 days ago in Futurism
Vienna: The Memory Box Review
It's incredible to think that Vienna has now been around for nearly 10 years. Since her introduction in the Doctor Who story "The Shadow Heart", she has gone on to have a life of her own in a self-titled spin-off, as well as starring alongside Lisa Bowerman in "The Worlds of Big Finish" and Eric Roberts in "Master!". Her first solo story, "The Memory Box" remains a perfect introduction to the glamourous space assassin, and, with a story that twists and turns with plot and counter-plot, it is a perfect template for the series that would follow. It gives us a chance to see Vienna away from the Doctor, in a fast-paced flick that not only works as a pilot for a spin-off, but works well as a one-off drama in its own right.
Joseph A. MorrisonPublished 2 months ago in FuturismTouched by angels
Ever since I can remember, I always wanted to fly. Just my body, floating and flying, moving where ever I wanted to with a thought of my mind, as fast or as slowly as I wanted to. I could do that when ever, where ever I wanted to, in my dreams.....so I thought....
Jana MorinPublished 2 months ago in Futurism
The Heirborn’s Destiny
[This is a short fantasy/sci-if concept, there is no continuation afterwards. It is an idea that I briefly explored in one sit-down writing sesh.]
Victoria CagePublished 2 months ago in Futurism
Time After Time
Time After Time (1979) is a movie that sees H.G. Wells (Malcolm McDowell) chasing Jack the Ripper (David Warner) through ninety years via the famous Time Machine to San Francisco, circa 1979, where Wells meets and falls in love with thoroughly-modern Amy Robbins (Mary Steenburgen), who gets swept up in the dark drama unfolding between Wells and his Victorian nemesis.
The Future Faire
The sign comes first. It hovers high in the sky, projecting green neon light, and we believe it because we don't have technology like that.
Sital baniyaPublished 3 months ago in Futurism
'The Mandalorian' Season 3: Get To Know The Most Important Mandalorian Houses And Clans
Mando's going home! Or at least, to the home world of his people. In The second season of The Mandalorian, Din Djarin promised Bo-Katan Kryze help in reclaiming Mandalore in exchange for her help rescuing Grogu, the force-sensitive foundling in his care. While Din threw a spanner in the works with this plan by winning the Darksaber (and accidental leadership of all Mandalorians), the Book of Boba Fett reveals that, since Din removed his helmet to farewell Grogu, he will have to travel to the distant mines on Mandalore to regain his status among the Death Watch Mandalorians.
Kristy AndersonPublished 3 months ago in Futurism
The Last Arrest
Twinkle lights clicked against the window's exterior, threatening to break in the freezing wind. She was warm inside, too warm, unlike the people rushing by the small coffee shop. Her blunt fingernail repeatedly tapped the steaming cup, her second one, while her other hand clutched the badge hidden beneath her coat. The bell on the door kept chiming and her neck was starting to get sore from looking up...
Mark CoughlinPublished 3 months ago in Futurism
The Sun And The Earth's Civilians
For years, Suniples kept out the Earth's nosy by curating a seething outer layer that protected their world, too hot for the fragile skin of Earthlings to trespass through, and senile enough to cross it off as a star. Suniple schools taught their children all about the brutal wars and bloodshed that broke out on Earth; that they colonise and fight about mere land and lines. Inside the sun, the land wasn’t as hot as its exterior. But it was a brightness humanity could never fathom. They had sand and water, all blazing, but lukewarm to Suniples. Their clouds were swords of fire and mountains, volcanic. Suniples had skin as black as obsidian glass, and eyes as red as their world. Their hair was braided in foot-long patterns, and their tall bodies clothed in light refracting materials. School taught them that the Earth’s civilians believed in religions that talked of a Hell that is hot. They’d passed this idea down from generations, but what they didn’t know, was that it’d originated from a truth the Sun had started: that it will die one day, and with it, plunge Earth into a death of darkness too. Although humanity had these religions that preached afterlife, some remained as realists, believing nothing of transcension. With morals so split, Earth was condemned to the nullity. Which meant no ascension after mortality. If they couldn’t agree on eating preferences, then they weren’t mature enough for the existence after physicality.
VontVillainPublished 3 months ago in Futurism
Crimson Water
"Open your eyes Cyan!" I say this to myself every morning. Well, I'm not sure it is morning, but I say it when I become aware of the need to move. The air is bright and the light is faint. The hum and crackle of the grid remind me that I am a prisoner. I look around to see the soft gentle stream running by my pod, still outside my dome. There are dozens of domes around mine. Each one appears to be identical to the last. Everything in this grid is too perfectly placed. I feel a sinking in my chest and my eyes begin to water. I wipe my face and sit up.
Christine VossPublished 3 months ago in Futurism
