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 Heart-Shaped Lockett:
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Eric PrincePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Twenty Percent
Pollyanna Polcheck’s life had given her cause to think about her name. What glint of the eye, what waggle of the tightened first, what early wailing, had compelled her parents to name her Pollyanna? She could only conjecture, but she was nothing of the sort. It conjured images of a happy, smiling child, where Polcheck, as she would come to be known, was inscrutable, wild, and gifted with a genius that rendered her under stimulated as a child, and therefore, unhappy and unsmiling – the antithesis of a Pollyanna.
Danielle AgborPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Dare Games
“Long after The Collapse, perhaps decades or even centuries of a global power vacuum wars, society has started to rebuild. Technology production and development has started up. Government has begun to reform itself. One global government. It’s not as big as you think. 60% of the planet is uninhabitable or just too troublesome to try and survive on with the limited resources and technology that is available. No one really knows for sure what year it is we know it was 2065 when The Collapse tapped its music stand and began to conduct the government through its own slow, ominous funeral march, but was generations ago. My father’s generation was the first one to not be drafted, sold into slavery, or otherwise have their lives uprooted. A sort of ‘beginning of the end.’ Okay I’m exaggerating; the slavery thing was a short time period like 25 years ago and the roving gangs responsible have been dealt with. ONE village disappeared sometime in the middle of it all. It could have just been bombed to ash instantaneously and no one noticed amongst well, everything. At this point you’re probably like ‘Okay okay okay.. Phineas. Dude we got it. Shit sucks.’ Trust me. You don’t know the half of it; I haven’t even gotten to The Dare Games.”
Spirit of Fire
SPIRIT OF FIRE Rain fell and thunder roared in a beautiful suburban neighbourhood. The car careened through the streets at breakneck pace, tyres screeching on asphalt. Dana, wrestled with the wheel as she fled, pursued by two unmarked cars. In the passenger seat, Hansol bled profusely, he looked bad. Sweat matted his brow, pulse was low.
Poison
Well, that’s a kind of funny story. On a number of levels. You’ll see what I mean. It’s ironic really. Or, I think so. I’m always confused about the definition.
Troy GoldenthalPublished 3 years ago in FuturismPeace Haven
My grandmother died last week. On top of everything else, I lost my best friend in the whole wide world. What’s left of it, that is.
Victor CampbellPublished 3 years ago in FuturismOne Last Chance
PROLOUGE SATURDAY: 2:13 A.M. Year: 3407 "Mommy! Wake up!" Cherry was being dragged away by a guard with the government's seal on his jacket. His shiny gold name-tag read: Sergeant Atwood. she was screaming and crying, trying to get back to her mother. The frustrated guard picked her up, then threw her over his shoulder. Cherry kicked Atwood, hard. Distracted by the sudden pain in his groin, he quickly let the little girl go.
Anijah HallPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Last Rain
“I can't remember the last time it rained. Was I thirteen? Fifteen? It was a long time ago anyway. No one knows exactly when it was because it just kind of happened. We were in a bad drought when some people realised it hadn't actually rained in years. Most of those people are probably dead now, so I guess it doesn't matter anyway.”
HIGHRISE SKYLINE
The traveler's battered motor struggles to carry his rusted boat over the outskirts of what used to be Fort Lauderdale, a concrete swamp abandoned by the corporate conglomerate that governed it after pushing the federal government out of the southeastern states, the US losing around half their now perpetually contested land in identical fashion. The rest of south and central Florida generally suffered a similar fate as the Atlantic Ocean continued to devour the state, driving away corporate interest. Still, first counts for something, capable of withstanding the cloud of toxic spores engulfing the dilapidated ruins, mutated alligators densely populate nearly every block. The traveler locks his gaze on 4 solar-powered air boats buzzing north into the decrepit city, each carrying a duo of Riptide reclamation officers, every one of them equipped appropriately, breathable Nanokevlar armor leading up to a lightweight, corporate-grade alloy filtration helmet, the dome outfitted with a heads up display detailing vitals and environmental info, everything marked with their signature tsunami logo. The traveler’s helmet, however was nearly opaque from condensation. He’ll be lucky to make it through without heat stroke. Functional A/C is typically standard in even the cheapest filtration units, popular after 2064 saw the climate’s true point of no return. Unfortunately, the edentate merchant in Orlando failed to supply or mention this basic component before charging full price and vanishing promptly.
Chris ConwayPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Retrievers
I feel the rush surging over me as I run. A sort of static energy from the crown of my head down to my legs. I was getting away…
Kate SimmondsPublished 3 years ago in FuturismEarth Aggregate
An Earth Aggregate™ rocket, emblazoned with the multicolor company logo, approached from the troposphere. It clashed with the surrounding decay like a rogue billboard clattering through a dust storm; a sort of hellfire spat out from the jet boosters as it neared a debris ridden landing pad. This space port was technically abandoned, but corporations often used derelict facilities for their own purposes. An eleven foot high electric fence surrounded the perimeter, and beyond that was a city submerged in entropic fallout. Buildings slumped over, their walls eaten by decades of harsh winds, holey like Swiss cheese from erosion.
Austin BrownPublished 3 years ago in FuturismOne of Those Days
Past is halfway home before he notices the foreboding clouds hanging low in the sky. It is difficult to see them from far away. At first, he thinks it is just a small, localized storm, but it seems odd that these clouds are drastically enclosed and dark as night. There is a stark contrast with the rest of the city, which is bright, sunny, and warm. As he continues in the storm’s direction, he realizes it is over his neighborhood.
Jeffrey MylesPublished 3 years ago in Futurism