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”.
Tide Keeping
Rise and fall I’ve never seen my husband like this. Usually, he is the calm in chaos, the shrug at the seventh red light in a row. This is new: his voice at this odd pitch, quivering between height of panic and depth of despair.
Sarah GraybillPublished 3 years ago in FuturismLock It
Bright lights blinded Usman. Clamps held his eyes open, preventing respite. He heard footsteps behind him, and a voice. “Tell us what we need to know and it ends Mr. Bello. Tell us who was there with you. Daniel? Koffi?”
Willem de GreefPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Blockchain
At 8:42 a.m., Dennis Hemphill's implanted Augmented Reality lens flashed a message for a new job, which he accepted promptly. There were increasingly fewer jobs for security enforcement freelancers anymore, so he had to act quickly. Prior to the constant upload of all human activity to the global blockchain, Dennis had worked for McQueen Enforcement Solutions, a major private security corporation. But on May 4, 2034, the global blockchain went online, and it forever altered everything.
Joseph GagliardoPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe First Day of My Life
I opened my eyes and all I could see was limitless blue. The swell of the ocean filled my ears and enveloped me in a blanket of sound. Through the swirling waves, I heard the faint murmur of people and the tones of a familiar voice. It was honey-sweet with soft edges. A summery voice that put me at ease although I couldn’t make out the words. I turned my head to meet the voice and at once I knew her. But something was wrong. The shape of her body was the same as I remembered. Her skin was browned and freckled from the sun and the curls of her hair tumbled softly onto her delicate shoulders.
Joshua Van GordenPublished 3 years ago in FuturismSingularity Disorder
On a crisp foggy morning with light rain, nothing could be heard on the early streets of New Haven. Nothing but the rhythmic stomps of a pair of boots. “ Raye, Raye! Slow down! What's the hurry?” Mikey called out. “What’s the hurry? We have a true blue homicide on our hands! A double one at that.” Raye's eyes were only set forward, he was determined, he felt alive. “Homicides happen all the time, what makes this one so special.” Raye stopped and looked back over his shoulder at Mikey as the rain bounced off his transparent umbrella. “It wasn’t scheduled. The Bureaucracy had nothing to do with it.” Mikey stopped in his tracks and had to gather himself. This time he matched Raye’s pace.
Akoni AlalaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismIrritation of Purity
The crumbling edge of the rooftop was as enticing as ever. I stood on the edge, peering down into the streets; the pitch darkness seemed more reminiscent of an ingurgitating void. The sun peeked over the ocean horizon as dawn came, leaving the hundreds of decaying buildings awash in an orange hue. The city was a hollow crypt, as it had always been.
Margaret JimenezPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA Heart for a Heart
They used to call it Park City; known for its great public park system, but everyone knows it as Bridgeport fucking Connecticut. Once a city of industry, now it’s a cesspool. Hell, a pool ain’t big enough to contain all the filth in the goddamned city. It’s an ocean of grime and corruption, and the biggest criminals are the ones with the money.
Joseph DelFrancoPublished 3 years ago in FuturismIrreplaceable
PART 1 As the metronome on his father’s grand piano switched back and forth from one extreme to the next Marcus stared at the silver crafted bowl. How could he not? The bowl was filled with a plethora of fruits from the era of Adam and Eve. The only ones that satisfy Eve apparently as the marketing suggested. Still, they were seen as precious and rare commodities. They came from apple trees of what used to be known as China. He couldn’t resist taking one, smirking at the irony of the situation. He was subsequently startled by a loud screeching sound as the door to his father’s study was opened by a sharply dressed man with the sad and restless eyes of youth.
Theocharis TelferPublished 3 years ago in FuturismJournal Entry
As each day passes, I find myself wondering more and more if I am the last one left. Today was the first time in three months I’ve seen another living person and even that was from over a kilometer away. I spotted her with my glass as she made her way across the dry riverbed with a purpose, making a determined beeline to the opposite shore. The blighted sky cast her in shades of purple and whisps of smoke spiraled from the fabric on her shoulders as it smoldered from the bloated, midday sun. This was a death march, I thought. I could think of no other reason than surrender to make a journey before nightfall, but victory is the only word that comes to mind as I remember how tall and proud she carried herself, taking long strides through the oven our world has become.
Michael MarshallPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA Seed of Hope
Part | We called it ‘the surge’ because it happened so fast. The potatoes were the first to go. Fast food restaurants floundered without fries and started making all sorts of salted alternatives. The green’s were next, and after that it’s all a blur. Diseased crops disappeared until we were all fighting over who gets to lick the Chewwit wrapper clean.
Human Nature
“The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.” – 1 Corinthians, 15:26 The fallout of a global nuclear war is not a simple situation to deal with. But human beings proved how resourceful they were when it did happen in 2040.
The Resurrectionists
Two shady figures waited in the dank, abandoned hospital theatre. The willing organ donor was undergoing their final preparations before surgery.
Gary EngelPublished 3 years ago in Futurism