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”.
Senior System Failure
Until that (almost) unforgettable morning in the daycare pod, the youngling’s pedagogue had operated impeccably and was therefore unremarkable. The humanoid automabot that they all knew as ‘Ralph’ was an old-time pre-apocalypse brand of servopure government technology, a classic model— forever famous for its manufacturer’s warranty, which was good for a cool two million years. The impressionables under the robozoid’s tutelage had just witnessed Ralph spend ten minutes crossing barely seven feet of space. Their preceptor was using a vacubroom to lean on, giving his shuffle-feet-hobble a third leg to awkwardly accomplish three jittering steps forward and two shaky steps back.
Lightning BoltPublished 3 years ago in FuturismInvading North Korea
Chim chim chim chim chim... The machines filling the room hummed. The twelve military personnel present were busy on them. The eight senior government officials also present sat in their chairs some seemingly eager to know why they had been summoned so abruptly. What is it that had required their security clearance upgraded in such a rush? Even though they seemed confused, they did not speak. Other than the chipping sounds and hums from the computers, dead silence filled the room.
Bullbear
Okay. Okay, got it. We recording? Okay, never mind. Okay. Hey all you Wasties! Ready for another informational packaged whatchamajig? Well, here it is. Take it from me, I know. Why? How? The previous is not as important as the most recent! Gotcha confused yet? WHAM! That's how it happens! DEATH. Just sneaks up on you. So listen up! I mean... read? Can they listen to this?
Kerry WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBullet Crab
A note for all you Wasties out there, just trying to survive. Take this shit seriously. Real seriously. Your life depends on it. Nuff said. Here ya go.
Kerry WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA Plague of Pigs
Her assigned name was Tesira 987, and she had left the Southeastern Quadrant over two weeks ago because there was nothing left to stay for. According to her TelalChip, she was a 14-year-old multiracial bio-engineered female. What she really was she wasn’t sure, but she knew she was different. For one thing, she was alive.
Margaret SchramkePublished 3 years ago in FuturismTales of the Nightingale
The Calypso was roughly 1/50th the size of the Elizabeth, the derelict was massive. There were was debris floating around the hull, but no sign of a fight. No hull fractures, plasma burns, or anything to indicate another ship engaged them. There were docking ports fore, aft, gaining access wasn’t the problem, it was the nebula; the ionized gasses were mucking up the calypso’s sensors that seemed to create life sign readings that were there and then gone again.
Michael G DickPublished 3 years ago in FuturismGreener, Cleaner, Meaner
The readout on the digicurrency display in the mall restroom stall played a happy little diddy. Soft and curly animated poo characters gleefully danced as they sung a cute little song in gratitude to her service to a greener, cleaner environment.
Made in DNAPublished 3 years ago in FuturismK3+ A fantastic sci-fi novel of the future
How climate change and economic inequality coalesced into a dystopia, triggering a massive human migration to cities in space
Edward GermanPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Bellows
Please listen closely as we divulge some very crucial information. You have all been chosen and thus saved from the degradation and chaos of a society that will soon disintegrate. As you know, the heat on the earth is rising, making the outdoors nearly uninhabitable. What you don’t know is that mixed with the toxicity of pollution in the air and in the water, women have been rendered infertile. You were chosen as newborns, unaffected by the infertility and toxicity of earth. You will now hold the hefty burden of repopulation on your shoulders. However, there will be rules. Overpopulation has nearly eaten our planet alive. Crime, pollution, overconsumption, and so much more. Repopulation will be calculated and monitored. Understand this -- selection was not random. Selection was done with utmost deliberation and care. If you are here, you have been chosen. If you have been chosen, you are amongst the 0.0001% of the human population. You are amongst the New Order.
Kaleigh DixsonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismAfter the Before
Still, matte black sky encompassed the dome. The air was so thick it was tangible. Uncomfortable, almost suffocating; like an intrusive embrace from your parents’ acquaintance they call friend, who remembers when you were a baby. A baby. What a strange thought. When was the last time anyone saw a baby? My mind begins to creep to the place I have locked and sealed away for sanity and survival’s sake. And then I feel it. The air is not so still anymore. A faint humming can be picked up if you’re very quiet. You can almost feel the buzz. It was getting close. My fingers automatically begin to twist and turn the heart-shaped locket around my neck. The one keepsake I have from the time before. My penance; a blessing and a burden. Tethering me to a past that no longer makes sense for the world, grounding me to the present I cannot escape. Time to move.
Ariana SimonettiPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Heart of a Cyborg
Vera was awake. Dr. Voist and his robotic team were carefully tightening rotator valves on each side of her nape. “Okay Vera, slowly turn your head, left to right”, said Dr. Voist’s first recruit. Vera had a mesh of ruminations fluttering back and forth. Was this still her mind? What was really hers anymore? This filled her senses as the eager body of scientists were tentatively giving their instructions.
Ali DeMoroPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA Matter of Minutes
Lifelockets don’t come off by accident. They don’t rust, weather, or oxidize; they endure even after teeth and bones decay. They can withstand gas leaks, nuclear explosions, and dips in Earth’s few remaining lakes, murky brown from chemical waste.
K.HartlessPublished 3 years ago in Futurism