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”.
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G R E E N . . . A Digital JOURNAL Dated: 1/2121 <RUN NOW> --------------- Journal 222 Feeling enormously anxious this morning. I keep pacing the pod - I need to flee. The system's warning light has been on red for days. What happened to green?
Steven PalmerPublished 3 years ago in FuturismHome.
It was the light that woke her first. The neon green seeped in through the cracks in her curtains, covering everything in a luminescent glow. Was she dreaming? Her dreams often took on an eerie quality when she fell asleep after 2am. Nothing good ever happened in the small hours of the morning.
Nati SaednejadPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Mars Option
Lieutenant Commander Sheila Sykes squeezes herself into the tiny Martian cavern. Technically she is breaking protocol with this unaccompanied entry, but she has a hunch.
Shawn IngramPublished 3 years ago in FuturismInterview
The cool, blue-white glow from a row of bioluminescent trees planted in the sidewalk shone on the worn brick facade of a single-story building, tucked away off the city street. There it clashed with the warm yellow glow of the windows, both illuminating the wordless sign hanging above the door of the steakhouse. A simple, gold-painted bull on the wood plank reflected brightly as the sign swung lazily in the evening breeze.
Gabe UnickPublished 3 years ago in FuturismKriger II Rebirth of Light
Robert had aged since his last meeting with the President. Ever since the Kriger boy had left the safety of Rufeus two years ago none of the programmers were able to get near him. They followed, to some extent. The programmers always reported the same results.
Kashmir QuinnPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Inception of War Against the Coilers
I wasn’t born yet when the Coilers arrived. Father told me they came when Mother was six months pregnant. They came with vast spaceships, silently springing up in the skies after the green lights had shown up, like that of the Northern Lights. Father said the world hadn’t prepared for their coming. Because if we had, we could have won the war against them. We hid underground so they couldn’t see us. Some had taken off to space, and, by now, would have been dead of suffocation or starvation. They have killed millions of people around the world by tensely wrapping the human body to death as a snake does to its prey. That’s why we call them the Coilers.
M.G. MaderazoPublished 3 years ago in FuturismChalhuek
Alright all you Wasties and Amp heads! This is the newest edition of… Ahhhh, you know… we still haven’t come up with a good name for these things. What should we call them? Pamphlets to live and die by? Oh my gob, I’ve got it. The A-B-C’s for Wasties! Sounds good?
Kerry WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in FuturismPurple Mouse
Alright, the next little beastie we’re going to talk about is, Mr. Squiggles… The Purple Mouse. Nah, he’s not a little beastie, is he. Huh Sir. Squiggles? No… no you're not. You’re the sweetest little thing. Oh… okay… I guess you don’t wanna hang out while we… oh. Oh, you were just going to get a snack. I see. Okay. Alright, well, let's get this one going then!
Kerry WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA big responsibility lies with science fiction creators
"If you were in your 20s, what field would you pick to gain expertise in?" This was the last question asked by the host of the above interview to two of the most influential thinkers of this generation - Yuval Noah Harari and Daniel Kahneman.
Vaibhav TripathiPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Distant Speck
Anderson took a deep breath of briny air and turned to see who had boarded the schooner. His curly-haired crewmate Mina grunted and shucked another huge coil of hemp rope off his shoulder. It thudded on the deck beside the mainmast.
Ben WaggonerPublished 3 years ago in FuturismStaring At Morning Glories
Part 2 The man was outside vaping in the designated area. His nerves were tense as this was his first very important meeting. People sneered as they passed by with their own addictions taken intravenously with the touch of a screen. Some of us like the old ways and hang on ever since fire was outlawed. All but one person sneered at him, a beautiful young woman with a bright smile, wide eyes, and she was the only woman that passed by without a rose pinned to her lapel. Before she went in, she took note of the morning glories, bending down to smell them. She showed her pass to the guard and went inside of the building.
The Marigolds
A person knocking on the door was nothing to fear. A person pounding on the door was a little more worrying. One of the Diseased on the other side of the door, trying to get in and kill you was terrifying.
R. A. RockPublished 3 years ago in Futurism