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 Future of Peppers
Who would have thought that what I would miss the most wouldn't be my family, my friends, Krispy Kreme, or pedicures, but the Internet. Of course I miss my kids, but an intentional numbness has long taken over that grief. I had become accustomed to finding answers to my questions and answers to my boredom in one easy click. That is, up until about a decade ago. I miss the Internet, but don't grieve it. This allows the feelings to come through.
Anna ZimmermanPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Heartbreak of Humankind
The heart shaped locket of the future pulsed in her hand as she threatened to turn back time on the sands of the hour glass. He raced to make her whole again with one word and a flicker of a fleeting moment and said “If it be but us in the end, I’ll never leave your side for the grave of another”. She took one look at him and said “If it be but us I will cherish you but I no longer want to be in a grave - I wish to be whole again.”
Kelli SuttonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Burned
Were it not for the insistent hum of the EM drive's spinning magnetic resonators, the cabin of the small lifter would have been unbearably quiet. John Redding fingered the tiny brass heart-shaped locket that his fiancee had given him only hours before and he couldn't help a tear from rolling down his cheek. He glanced across the cabin at his younger sister afraid that she had perceived his despair but she was staring out of the small round window into dusty opacity.
Ian A MacKennaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismBANRAI
VOICEOVER: The Date is November 4th, 2059. The Global Corporatocracy Contingent has a put a stranglehold on our world's rapidly dwindling resources. In the wake of widespread economic collapse, many once proud sovereign nations have seen their governments collapse into utter ruin. Anarchy followed in the wake of the Cloud Collapse of 2025, when all of the worlds collective knowledge was inexblicably deleted. To this day no one knows how it happened or who was truly responsible. Soonafter the internet as many of us knew it was reformatted to serve the corporate oligarchs who plague us still. Every word, every action, and some say even your thoughts were recorded and put to use in service to the GCC.
Harley E Ripley IVPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Key
Everyone in my country is given a heart-shaped locket at birth. In it is our assigned Calling; our job in the community.
Brynne NelsonPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Depths of Hell
"Your love is automatic, it burns like gasoline. It consumes me in the fire; Cum hard like a wet dream" As I sat there prepping my gear to venture out into the barren wastelands of the territory of "Open" in search for her; I sat and listened to one of my most favored of songs by The Sweetest Condition; "Depths of Hell". I realized that It had been ages since I had seen the vocalist Leslie in person, let alone in concert. She was a dear friend, from a group of people that I often spent a great deal of time at various clubs, events and concerts within the Midwest Goth Community. Unfortunately; The sickness, war, and return of the old gods made concerts near impossible, and worse unless you were in a mega city with good orbital protection, or lived in a territory like RAIN; it was a down right a death trap for those foolish enough to be entranced by the pied piper of the human condition. Worse; the ages of social media and mass communication was long since dead. These days any digital media was completely Corporate controlled, Alien controlled, or an intentional trap by some misanthropic Neuromancer, or god forbid Cult trying to lure the unsuspecting masses into an almost guaranteed death trap. Thus unless you had a Rogue Magi who was willing to cobble together a piece of tech, so that they could sell it for enough coin to buy a tube of "C.H.O.W." ("Chemically Homogenized Organic Waste"); there was little one could do to "check in" on their friends, family and loved ones. I still shudder at the thought of "C.H.O.W." ; Only the truly desperate each that shit.
Seth StephensPublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Reset Virus
A heart shaped locket appeared on my hand, my own heart sank, the picturesque world around me started to pixelate and the sweet hum of bird song which filled my mind crackled into a deafening buzz of static. I clamped my hands over my ears but the noise was inside my head, unescapable, my virtual reality was disappearing. It would take only one minute and I would be another victim of the reset virus.
Emma FisherPublished 3 years ago in FuturismA Piece of the Pie (Chapters 47-49)
Chapter 47 – Wandering for a While That was far too close. I looked down at the corpse that recently attacked me. In the dim light, I could just tell that its massive bulk was covered by some sort of solid stone, and there was a complete lack of features anywhere on its body, let alone its face.
Justin MoorePublished 3 years ago in FuturismI Cloud Network & Ocean Empire Alliance
There’s only one absolute truth, which has a celestial youth. Like pure gold a standard of proof. Life forms are a type of high tech. Bodies are like bionic mech. In life's scheme each mans but a spec. Sol’s mind is a neural network. Omniscient powers are a main perk. He filters though our data murk. I do own an apple iPhone. Connected I’m never alone. I make sure we both make it home. I’m an apple network I cloud. Sometimes my brain rings high pitch loud! Massive data my network shrouds. I like the design of apple. I know my thoughts & words ripple. My bodies a high-tech temple.
David DuranPublished 3 years ago in Futurism14:44
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Anna MirellaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismSteel Mountains
The elevator always takes ages, yet he knows that the stairs would be the death of him at this point. Knees about to give out, still dripping sweat. Ramon rarely shares the lift with anyone else, except for the regulars: a late-night errand, a drunk, a red-eye flight back to the metropolis. It always feels cramped, even when he is alone. He knows which floor to press by memory, not by understanding the icons. It has been this way since day one, though. His floor is thousands of stories higher than he ever was back home, yet it is nowhere near the penthouse. Ramon delicately turns the knob and slowly enters his apartment. In the dark, he feels his way towards a light switch. The light-blue lamp doesn’t illuminate the whole room but gives him enough to do what he needs to do. Two slow fingers turn the sink on and he forces the grease to leave his hands. Tired eyes look into the refrigerator and reach for a Tupperware. As soon as he turns on the microwave, he looks around, making sure the sounds didn’t cause any commotion.
Jose Alberto OrivePublished 3 years ago in FuturismLockets and Lizard Skins
Aabha stared at the dark water with a resigned sense of apprehension. From her hiding place at the entrance of the derelict building, she remembered how the sea used to thrill her. In the old times, her younger self had loved to bathe and swim in the cool salty waters of the ocean. Now, the waves were all but stilled and its kaleidoscope of colours; blues, greens, lilacs and pinks, had all turned to ashen blacks and sickly greys. The stifling heat of the day was beginning to fade and she knew that now was the time. It was strange. She had travelled for so long to reach this place, yet now that she was here, she found herself lacking in courage. Stalling for time, Aabha reached into her bag and took out the last remaining items. A large plastic bottle with a few inches of orange brown liquid inside, a chocolate protein bar and a small hunting knife wrapped in plastic. She stowed the knife carefully in her waistband and laid the bottle down on the earth at her feet. As soon as the objects were exposed to the air around them, a fine green film began to appear on the surface of the plastics. Aabha worked fast. In a few well practised movements, she tore the wrapper from the power bar, cupped both gloves hands around the exposed end and used her thumbs to pull her face shield away from her mouth and nose. She crammed half the bar in and swiftly covered her face again and pushed the remaining half of the bar back inside the bag. She moved her jaw around the chocolate flavoured lump, mashing her gums and working saliva into the food until it broke down enough to swallow. The cavities where her teeth had once been were no longer sore and she had become used to eating in this way. She finished the rest of the bar and the orange drink and left the empty bag. She would no longer need it. Aabha heard sounds in the distance and knew it was time to move. She judged the shore to be a few minutes’ run from her location, and though the shouts and animalistic noises drew closer, she knew there was time. She covered the ground well, despite her bulky layers of clothing, and reached the water quickly. She was afraid now. Dark had come in the last few moments and the echoes of running feet beat against her ears. It had to be now. As her shoes touched the water she already felt the fabric begin to weaken. Aabha pressed her goggles tighter over her eyes and submerged herself completely in the thick dark heat of the ocean.
Sophia Ashton-HookerPublished 3 years ago in Futurism