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Venus Solar Occlusion Mirror #7 Venus Terraforming Station Cluster January 17, 2534 An insistent beeping noise rose over the steady thrum of machinery coming through the decks of the habitation module. Shohei glanced up from the screen in front of her, raising an eyebrow at the blinking light across the control room. Mentally putting aside the morning report of the four hundred kilometer long station she managed, she looked past it to her new distraction. She braced one foot against the console to her right and shoved off lazily, skating across the floor in her wheeled chair. Reaching out, she tapped to accept the transmission as she gripped the railing at the base of her new console, swinging into place with practiced ease as she spoke.
Gabe UnickPublished 3 years ago in FuturismInterplanetary Sunsets (Chapter 4)
***Before you start reading!*** Check out the first 3 chapters here: https://skycraw25.medium.com/list/interplanetary-sunsets-dc489790ebad
James CrawfordPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBlind Side
Two minutes to docking. The warning flashed three times. "I'm reading you a little off course Sal. High on the port side. Sending new trajectory info.”
Ron BennettPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Parcel
Two men trudged down the trail, kicking up red dust into small clouds behind them. They’d been on the move for hours already and fatigue was beginning to bite at their feet and knees. T turned to look at F. He couldn’t have been much older then himself. Tired, drooping blue eyes betrayed a faint sadness and, like most men in the Wasteland, F’s skin was red and sun damaged. Cracked, dry lips poked through his large, wild beard. His hair was jet black, or it might have been, but grey strands had begun to weave their way through his tattered mane. In style it would’ve been difficult to tell the two men apart, but T had copper hair that glowed in the harsh midday sun. His eyes, more intense than F’s, were an icy and piercing blue. Eyes that looked through you, hard and unyielding.
Chris GwiltPublished 3 years ago in FuturismRobot Relationship
Author's note: This story features characters that were introduced in Robot Amnesia and portrayed in Robot Remembrance and Robot Refuge. You are invited to acquaint yourself with them by reading those stories here on Vocal:
Ben WaggonerPublished 3 years ago in FuturismOperation Marigold
I almost pulled the marigold. We had just run back to the front in order to meet the pick-up, which me missed anyway and there it was in the middle of the field. Single and lonely. My hands wanted to reach out and grab its subtle petals. It looked so simple. Pluck it, take it and win. It would all be over.
Zee DempsterPublished 3 years ago in Futurism... For A Better Tomorrow
Remembering that time the plain wrapped box had shown up in the post, I thought it was odd, considering there was no return address printed on the label, only the distinctive curls of a double helix. I was a bit on edge, having heard some alarming things on the newsfeed of the time about terrorist attacks, containers of white powder most of the time. I considered the alternatives: Toss it into the trash, turn it in to the authorities for testing or even suiting up in protective gear before opening the box. I had to chuckle at the latter, envisioning myself in a hazmat suit, wearing a gas mask and elbow-high rubber gloves, using the kitchen tongs to gingerly remove the brown paper and open the box.
Mark CoughlinPublished 3 years ago in FuturismSister Rabbits
I approached the cashier at Goodwill, basket full of stuffed animals. My basket included a set of sister rabbits, one with a yellow bow and one with a green one, Amber and Anna. A tiny turtle, a care bear with a lucky charm in the center of its belly and a pink dolphin. I didn’t know their names, I just knew I needed them. The cashier rolled her eyes when she saw me and let out an audible exhale.
Kayla K PrinslooPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Circular Life
Joshua started caring for himself when he was twenty-five and he was ninety-six. Unemployment had been high, and, with the population ageing, the Government created the perfect answer to both problems: Circle of Life. Joshua had the freedom to work as little or as much as he liked, able as he was to finish at the exact moment he started, and from the comfort of his own home too. The instructions were simple: wear the lanyard, stand on the mat, and clock in to the future. Don’t worry, went the tagline, they’re expecting you.
Andy MelhuishPublished 3 years ago in FuturismSand Boar
The Sand Boar, or commonly referred to as Sand Hog, is a bristly little beastie that inhabits the sidelines of the Wasteland. It's a pig people. A big pig. A dangerous pig.
Kerry WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Last Hope
“Every piece of food is nutrition to the body, but not all nutrition is beneficial for survival. In fact, much of what humans call “nutrition” only brings us another step closer to that place which we all dread….death.” -D.M.M
Dijon McIntyrePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Knife
The chocolate cake was nothing to fear. Now the large knife that lay next to it on the white tablecloth was another story. Especially if I could get it in my hand.
R. A. RockPublished 3 years ago in Futurism