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”.
Introspection
In Saint Belyaev's hospital room 113, Dr. Robert Sawyer looks at a computer screen. He strokes his wrinkled and freckled right hand through his grey, widows-peak hair. It’s an act of stress and anxiety: the heartache and pain that he feels are enormous… instead of a grand breakthrough, his nuclear bunker contemporaries would have an ‘I told you so’ moment. He looks at his computer screen, which has chromosomes and DNA spirals of varying lengths on it.
Grant PhillipsPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Blessed One
Her stomach rumbled, more insistently this time. Sighing, she reluctantly removed her hand from her bowstring and dug into her pack for some dried fruit. All the signs had indicated that the deer was moving in this direction, and she did not want to miss her opportunity because she was too busy stuffing her face.
Shane KingsburyPublished 3 years ago in FuturismAnthropology
I study the silver heart on my desk. Its smooth surface is etched by a long scratch, like a Cupid’s arrow. I pinch its cool tip between my thumb and forefinger.
The Shrieker
The forest was lined with trees and shrubs humming with insects and filled with jagged rocks and crags, as I brushed through briars and thorns to clear a path, I made my way to a fairly high elevation to make a vantage of the New England summer horizon. I camped in the woods for many seasons to escape the pressing anxieties of the modern world, and in the 21st century the environment has become a place scarce of empathy and trust. Even today as I stroll through the empty woods, the life we once saw brimming the mountains of Southern New Hampshire was dull and listless. Birds lay dying on the ground for no reason apparent to me, and small burrowing animals make their meals of tiny bugs and insects. The large wildlife that once called this place home are no where to be seen, and even us humans that once hiked the forests are gone. The brimming electrical hum of machinery and logging equipment has gone silent, and the roaring combustion engines of cars have become hushed.
Matthew R CotePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Roads of Wanjala, 3023
Yubi awoke as a blinding beam of sunshine burst into his room through a wide crack splitting the wall. As the light crept up along the opening, Yubi examined himself in a broken mirror. An unusually cheerful smile reflected back at him. Gesturing with his hand, he cycled through several outfits before selecting a blue blazer that complimented his short, but muscular physique. By the time he finished, the sun had risen to a point where it no longer aligned with the crack. In its absence, the brick wall appeared solid, without blemish.
Larry WilliamsPublished 3 years ago in FuturismLight Eater
On deaf ears, I call out for my son. There is no answer, and it seems there never will be, and there never was. I’ve pleaded so long that my voice is no longer mine. The events that led me to this timeless void keep playing over in my mind. I don’t know where I am or how I got here. All I know is that my son and I were running for our lives when a flash of light came and took me.
Nate CharlesPublished 3 years ago in FuturismHope in the Time of Trouble
I walked in the shadows, carefully making my way past the debris that littered what was once our green and friendly neighborhood. Trees looked like fallen soldiers, houses that were once warm and inviting now melted and twisted their way into the ground as though they were seeking shelter. Frightened hollowed eyes peeked from various hiding places, wondering if this was the last time they would draw breath. I know how they felt. If we thought no day was promised when life was normal, we didn’t realize what was coming.
Yolanda Olivia AndersonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismPlease Recycle
"What is this?" I flip the object in my hands a few times, trying to figure out what it does. A flat piece of metal that has a bend at the end, giving it an L shape. Do I need this for something? Is it part of the coffee table, or maybe a picture frame? Can't be that important I guess.
Thomas HernandezPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Last Immigrants
30 A.I. (After Immigration) It happened just the way they said it would. The temperatures continued to rise, the polar ice cap and the layer of ice covering Greenland melted. That combined with the thermal expansion of seawater, caused the ocean levels to rise around 50 centimeters. All the island nations disappeared under a layer of water. The Bahamas, the Philippines, Bangladesh, to name just a few, all gone without a trace. Egypt with its great pyramids and ancient temples disappeared almost as if it had never been.
Susan QuallsPublished 3 years ago in FuturismPixel's Haven
Let me tell you about the world as it is today, I wasn’t born into this world, I remember the time before mutts, the living dead and robot killing machines. Now it was a desperate world, plunged into a struggle for survival.
Drew ScoullarPublished 3 years ago in FuturismENDLESS NOTHING
ENDLESS NOTHING It feels like we’re in the boardroom of a big bank. Gray concrete walls and big wooden doors, just like the meeting table. As the room appears to be on the top floors of a Manhattan skyscraper, the Chrysler building can be seen to the north. Suddenly, in this cold and detached atmosphere, we hear a cry: “Dr Schmitt ! You have two doctorates in human biology and an IQ of 170 ! It's more than Einstein's for Christ’s sake ! How can you not find what is wrong with the humans established in the new colony ?!? They haven't had any social interaction since they arrived ! Do you think we're going to repopulate the planet with eunuchs ?!
Laurent CambonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismRed Dirt
"Give me a whiskey and Shiner. And some more whiskey, Kathy. Please." Juana peered up from her own drink to see an elderly woman wearing a jumpsuit red with Martian soil, splotched with random strips of duct tape. Her face was worn and hard. Gray and black hair pulled back in a bun made specifically for fitting inside of a pressure suit helmet. She looked like she could kick your ass before baking you an apple pie as she kissed away your boo boos.
Thomas HernandezPublished 3 years ago in Futurism