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”.
Monsoon
The last monsoon had been in 2019, the year that Camila died. That same week, Notre Dame burned. It was as if God had taken two great women, Camila, and the cathedral herself, and felled them, one with water, one with fire, all in one week. 2019 was followed by 2020, the year of the global pandemic. Leticia believed 2020 was the fault of stupid Hollywood scriptwriters. She envisioned a party full of scriptwriters, where they each conceived of all the potential post-apocalyptic movie scripts they could write and put all the plots in a jar. Instead of choosing one disaster, they chose them all. Unfortunately, those same scriptwriters were also unaware of her abuela's teachings that imagining evil could bring it into reality.
Ana Maria LarsonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Time of Bees
Astra felt the heart-shaped locket pressed between her palm and chest, quickening her pace as she walked from her office to meet with the Chief Corporate Mayoral Officer of her district. Her monthly rent was due for her cramped subterranean apartment, but her wages were short again. If the rent wasn’t paid, she knew she’d risk homelessness wandering the parched aboveground land.
Natalie PaulPublished 3 years ago in FuturismProject: Chimaera
I awoke to the familiar musty smell of our tiny apartment and the constant dripping of water from the ceiling. The day started as any other, my internal clock wired to wake me before anyone else in the district, including the sun. I stared at the stained ceiling, taking in a deep breath and bracing myself. The thought of another laborious day at the plant made my body groan in response, feeling tension stiffen my shoulders.
Rebekah SmithPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Heart Shaped Locket
As Emily jogged through the streets of New Tokyo, she felt the cold metal bounce on her chest. She reached up and touched it, to reassure herself it was still there.
Angel PetersPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Strand
“They’ll likely unwind me next.” His voice carried no fear or resignation. He spoke as if he were ordering at a pub, and had nicknames like a frequent customer, too. Ol’ Corin and Deathless Corin were the most prominent. A slumbering baby lay in his arms. Not very old, judging from her rosy skin. Corin allowed himself to kiss her forehead. Pure, peaceful, and perfect. Things he wasn’t. Not anymore.
Jessica N. W.Published 3 years ago in FuturismGlitch in the Matrix
April 2017 my band was on a road trip to Roswell, NM of all places to play a gig and I believe it was somewhere in Missouri at night that we stopped at a rest stop. No idea exactly where we were, but I remember saying to my bandmates as we pulled into the lot that “this place gives me a Twilight Zone vibe.” It just had an eerie sort of presence to it, and I like that kind of shit so it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Sea of Azure
Love! War. Privilege! Oppression. Twin sides of the same fated coin. Much went through the mind of the young Rhea. The amber beauty with a massive head of curls had nothing but time to think within her holding cell. She just thought of all that had been told to her. You see, Rhea was part of some upper echelon. Spire-Lord was their title. The crime that had her unfairly locked up? Falling in love with a man named Jericho.
Zavier AntelaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismWelcome To The Apocalypse
DEAR DIARY 6/23 IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE DARKNESS Have you ever wondered where the future is heading and what the world will become if there is no individual searching of our own hearts? Or if we don't come together and make the world a better place by putting our differences aside for a greater purpose. Life 39 years from now.....
Leading With The Arrow
Leading With The Arrow Straight To The Heart John W. Gilmore “He sighed because there was nothing else to do,” Tom said. She only gave him a glance and then turned back to the viewscreen. Radha lifted the corners of her mouth.
Om Prakash John GilmorePublished 3 years ago in FuturismChild of Destiny
Once a year, a Celestial comes to our village. Once a year, a boy or girl under the age of eighteen is selected. A yearly sacrifice in exchange for our freedom, whatever that means these days. Last year, they chose my cousin. The year before, they chose my best friend.
Christina WelbournePublished 3 years ago in FuturismScientific Data Storage.
Five-dimensional' glass discs can store data for up to 13.8 billion years Scientists from the University of Southampton in the UK have created a new data format that encodes information in tiny nanostructures in glass. A standard-sized disc can store around 360 terabytes of data, with an estimated lifespan of up to 13.8 billion years even at temperatures of 190°C. That's as old as the Universe, and more than three times the age of the Earth.
Einstoll
"Hello, you must be ambassador, Hylem Asher?" she asked with a stiff voice. "Yes, and I take it that you're Madam President, Fiona Grange."
Brooke PalmerPublished 3 years ago in Futurism