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”.
Heat
Heat Rowena is mad because the dog knows something she doesn’t. That’s how Rowena is, powering through idiocy borne of the intense denial of reality she musters every day just to get out of bed. “Come on, Lucy!” She pulls on the leash, attached to a chain, attached to the dog who has lowered her head like a bull ready to charge and adamantly does not come on. “You said you wanted to go for a walk!” And she did, the liar. The first of the three to run up when she heard the leashes jangle as they were pulled from the drawer. Lucy, a heart shaped locket hanging from her collar, (Ben loves her so much) was the most excited, the second being Flower, a congenitally scrawny terrier mix, and Barley, a perennially shedding 80 pound “rez dog,” meaning lab and shepherd and who knows what, who showed up third, head cocked a little, favoring his runny nose and while he was pretty sure he wanted to go, was worried that Rowena, again, would forget how much his left nostril hurts. It’s been running for 2 months now, one of those days with blood. His sinuses can’t handle either the dry air or the intense heat of the Sonoran desert.
Catherine O'SullivanPublished 3 years ago in FuturismCompulsion Loop
Yes, I killed Mara Makovsky. But it’s not what you think. I wasn’t stumbling through the shallow soils and cracking clays of Khunale while blood as thick as syrup dripped between my fingers for the hell of it. Fuck, it was 105 degrees out. I looked down at the locket, fondling the heart-shaped copper in my unsullied hand. Despite my best efforts, Mara’s lifeblood had already seeped its way into the intricate engravings -- the ones that were unique to her. Well, to her and Brooks. When the locket’s crevices were full, she’d be gone from this plane. Somewhere better, I prayed.
Emily KoopmanPublished 3 years ago in FuturismDay 55
Day 8 Finding water or anything drinkable is my worst problem. It is gone. Vending machines, grocery stores, and restaurants. All looted. There has been no water pressure in any of the sinks or at the hose bibs I’ve checked. Even liquor stores are empty. My canteen is about three-quarters full.
Brian ChampionPublished 3 years ago in FuturismLove Not Lost
Love not lost The world in this moment by the water is so incredibly quiet. He sits in utter stillness under the welcomed fresh air and conflicting trash around his knees. His eyes feeling heavy for the trip here had been long. They lie halfway closed, as his mind fights to desperately be set free. The world which lay mostly devastated before him, more vigorously felt from his travels. Such misery and plight and so full of sin. Inhaling deeply, a mandatory skill learned in order to rest while he can lie with one eye still open.
James VenechanosPublished 3 years ago in FuturismTHIS IS YOURS
It was just past sunset and usual hovering of blue lights droned across the dust filled sky. Leaving eerie shadows as the passed over the ground. Hannah and her little brother sat inside the remains of a car. Running all day with little food and water had tuckered them both out. Still slightly panting, she reached into her old backup to retrieve two canteens. Passing one to her brother she warned him sternly “Do not suck it all down. It is all we have left.” Sweat ran down both of their faces only to be absorbed by their tattered clothing.
Paul CannonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Two Originals
It was six in the evening when I finally began drifting off to sleep. For three and a half years we’ve been on the run hiding in abandoned vehicles, buildings, caves, or any makeshift shelter we could find. It’s just the two of us left, and the exhaustion is overpowering. I can’t even remember the last time I had a full night’s rest, let alone a tasty warm meal. Stale bread and lukewarm water are all that’s sustained us for the last few months, and I can’t bring myself to look in a mirror for fear of what I might see. If my godson’s appearance is any indication, I must look dreadful.
Kiesha HaughtonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismWhat’s to come
Choking! Blood and rust alike erupt from my mouth like merciless magma firing from the behemoth of Vesuvius. Gagging violently on the icy tongue of iron that relentlessly writhes its way through my oesophagus I yank at a chain hanging from my mouth and feel every single link claw and tear at my vulnerable flesh on its way out. A beautiful heart-shaped locket consumed by brown rust emerges, as I wipe away my dripping scarlet blood, a crudely etched scrawl of writing comes into view. 'Remember' reads the scribbles upon a neatly engraved cut stating T.G. Flooding into my brain a tsunami of sadistic fear and the piercing realisation that I do not know who I am, where I am or even when I am. All I know is the primal terror I have felt since awakening from my rigamortis haunted corpse-like state. In a desperate panic aided by a stampede of sweet adrenaline, I fling open the heart and am welcomed by a warm photo of a beautiful woman sitting upon a silky mattress, Immediately a sense of purpose and desire befalls me and I come to know a fundamental fact that will decide my near future, I must follow my heart.
Mialca
Joleon walked up to her, his eyes wet with pain. Mialca appeared to be reaching out to him for help. As if trying to tell him something, but her words were drowned out by the blood quickly filling up her mouth. Jolean looked on painfully as he waited, knowing Mialca would soon fade away. He knelt beside her, lifted her head and stroked her cheek. Mialca, tears filling her eyes, drew her last breath and closed her eyes. Forever. Joleon lay Mialca's head back on the ground, removed the heart-shaped locket from around her neck and walked away.
KeggercastPublished 3 years ago in FuturismPristine
He has been walking for 147 rises. Aimless with a purpose. He has a deep sense of knowing the unknown. There is a place that exists and waiting for him. Not only in his mind does this place house love but it physically houses the reasons for his passion. The reason for his trek across barren land, dilapidated cities and the feeling of solitary confinement in an open world. No communication with another being except for the voice in his mind that whispers her name. And now even that voice is starting to leave him like the numerous companions who did not have the eyes to see his vision. He started his journey with 10 individuals. He didn’t like the company but he knew he couldn’t do it on his own. He lost two people to the wolves, 3 people to illness and the rest to mutiny. They no longer believed in the vision. “In the world of the blind, the bookmaker is useless” and that’s how he felt. He was tired of making the them understand. But he knew she would understand. She always has. All it would take is the will of a passionate lover to make it to that seemingly forbidden place that protects his truth. After all he made it possible for her to get there. if it wasn’t for his sacrifice she would be a memory like the dozens of town centers and cities that once vibrated with energy of life now silent and nostalgic. She too would be silent. But he knows she lives! He knows her heartbeat when he feels it. He’s been feeling that pulse and breathing in particles of her scent for 147 sunrises. He can’t stop now. As he reaches a clearing in some dense urban vegetation, he sees it. The sign he was looking for. The marker noting he was headed in the right direction. That sign was an indication he was only approximately two miles from his destination. He grasps his pocket as if to hold a hand. Eagerly he begins to walk and he feels energized. the past 6 rises have been the hardest but infatuation has been his adrenaline. His leg badly injured by the wolves. Any exposed skin was raw from the anger of the sun from not taking care of one of its favored children. Clothes not nearly presentable to the special occasion that awaits but such absence will always cause one to see the soul and nothing else. And that’s what he saw when he looked at her memory in his mind. A beautiful soul that wanted nothing else but to reconnect with its twin flame. As he gets closer to his proclaimed paradise he stops. Perhaps it was nervousness. Maybe it was the thought of what he might say to the one he endured so much pain for. But it was in the distance that he saw her. She is Even more beautiful than the image in his mind. As she bends over to grab a bundle from the ground a child runs up. Hugs her tightly and runs off. He smiles ever so slightly but that smile unevenly turns to a scowl as his peace is interrupted by the presence of a large healthy handsome male her age. The dashing and well kept young man scooped her off her feet and spins around as if he heard the news of them welcoming another life. Crushed by this unexpected curvature of events the traveler slithers his hand in his pocket and pulls out a beautiful silk handkerchief. If it wasn’t for the intricate embroidery and what it possessed inside he would’ve discarded it many rises ago. He opens the weathered shield to reveal a rose gold locket in pristine condition. He Opens it and the younger child that embraced his angel a minute ago is 3 feet away staring at him asking why he has water on his eyes. He says nothing. Folds the cloth back around the locket and gives it to the child. As the child unwrapped the treasure she looks up to see the traveler gone. Dinner time approaches the child wanders back to the camp where her older brother and sister eagerly await her arrival. As they sit down to eat the woman formerly known as love sees the locket and tears instantly rush out her eyes. Where did you get that? She asked. “The sad man gave it to me” replied the child. As love reaches for the locket she cracks it open to see her and the twin flame she dreamt about for at least 150 rises. She lost count after her tear ducts dried up from repressed depression. “Where did you see him!?” Love exclaimed. The child showed her where she met the flame. She dispatched The brother with seven other men of the same strength and youth to set out a search party. They combed the land for three rises to no avail. And now love sits with no expression staring at the flame who’s warmth she craved. The flame she wished to thank with her life and love because of his sacrifice. She owed him life. Knowing he was so close to her only made the pain worse. Why did he not want to see me” she thought. Did he have another who he currently showered with the love he once gave her... Locket still in perfect condition. Like the love she’s always had for him. And this locket like her love is Just the way she gave it to him. Pristine.
Micha'El YoungPublished 3 years ago in FuturismReaper No. 77
The room they sent Reaper-77 to was brightly lit, so much so that when she opened the door the unexpected onslaught of fluorescence made her eyes sting. When people think of death, they don’t usually imagine this place. A plain room furnished only with a small table and a wooden chair. In a way, cases like this one where Reaper-77 only had to euthanize her patient and leave, rather than comfort distraught family members, made things easier. Framing things that way sounds very cold and insensitive, Reaper-77 knew, but decades of working a job like this one has a way of making death feel like a mundane matter at worst.
Mercedes CastilloPublished 3 years ago in FuturismScorch
Outside, the street was deserted. Long ago, there would have been the occasional passing car and the far off hum of the city with its traffic jams, trains, buses and pedestrians. Now, the asphalt outside was cracked and grey from stillness.
E.B. MahoneyPublished 3 years ago in Futurisme-ARK Salvation Locket
“Ok, I’m holding her down, cut it, cut it…and put it in - now!” Just as one of the men brought the scalpel out of the case so he could cut and insert the miniature locket into the back of Christa’s right hand, the sound of others approaching – a large group – could be heard. Both men turned and glanced down the alley.
David LutesPublished 3 years ago in Futurism