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”.
To Follow Along Like The Rest
To Follow Along Like The Rest: On Life’s Journey John W. Gilmore Everything was quiet...very quiet. That hardly ever happened around here. I pulled back the shade and peeked from behind the curtain. The street was empty. No one was there: no cars, no buses, no dogs, no children playing. I looked down at my watch. It was only six in the evening. In this city during rush hour, which seemed to last longer and longer, this main street should have been humming with people, buses, and cars. What had happened? I only hoped it had not happened again. Why were they doing this?
Om Prakash John GilmorePublished 3 years ago in FuturismProject Moon
My heart was racing at a million per second. I could feel it in my neck and my throat and my chest. I felt like I could not breathe, and I was sweating profusely. I thought I was about to have a heart attack because the pain on my chest was so intense. Real fear was running through my veins and it made me more anxious by the minute. “What am I doing here?”, I asked myself as I tried to throw up in a paper bag they gave me, similar to the ones you find in the back pocket of the seat in front of you on a plane. I have been on a plane many times, and while I experience similar symptoms when flying, nothing could have prepared me for the panic attack I experienced when I stepped into the Merlot 2021, the rocket ship that would take 60 people, including me, in a one-way trip to the moon.
Lucia ArjonaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismCognizant.
Friday, 10:04 am. “Why is she always doing that?” Each morning for the past week, Sonny has tipped her mug of coffee over and sighed, no longer surprised that no liquid leaves the cup. Each morning she has waited an extra 10 minutes to leave for work, to see she has still beat the morning rush. Each morning I have caught her stroking her reflection in the mirror at 6:52am, 8 minutes before her alarm clock goes off.
M. MadellaPublished 3 years ago in FuturismGuerilla Island
Day 38. The year? Don't know, although I can assume it's within the near future. Still don't understand how the hell I got here and where exactly on the planet this island is located. If we're even still on Earth for that matter. This may as well be the jungle. I woke up early this morning for the fresh catch. I was a good day, caught ten of em. Never seen this fish before but they look bomb.
Ace HowellPublished 3 years ago in FuturismInfinite Betrayal
Jason wiped the tears from his face, then pressed the lever. “Here we go Sparky” Jason muttered to his dog, as he sent the ship tunneling through space-time. Blinding light shone into the cabin when the ship crested the event horizon and traveled down the dark and light spiraling bands of matter and anti-matter that twisted like a tornado before him.
Published 3 years ago in FuturismNotes on a Toxic Jungle
April 1, 2022 (maybe) What do you write in a journal during the apocalypse? My name is Sarah Peterson, and I am alive and it’s the apocalypse. I guess I could tell you about my degree and my job and all that, but it just seems silly. None of that stuff matters anymore. Right, now that that’s out of the way I guess I’ll start at the beginning of this whole fiasco.
Katie L. Oswald (BookDragon)Published 3 years ago in FuturismEncounter at Apollo
EOE Apollo Archive Station, high orbit over planet Ares-560. July 19th, 2205 A large, red-colored gas giant hovered silently in the endless vacuum of space, easily dwarfing a twenty mile-wide, silver, multi-sectioned space station floating high above its atmosphere. Standing in a dark hallway within the station and looking down at the planet through a window was a young man with black hair. A name tag on a gray jacket he was holding in his hand said, “Lt. Benjamin Hall”, and he looked at the planet below with a fierce stare on his face, as through the gaseous world was his to control. He didn’t want to control it, however, despite being told that he did want to his entire life.
N.J. FolsomPublished 3 years ago in FuturismNumber Four
Out of breath, tired, covered in sweat and limping from a recent fall, Number Four makes its way just over the hill and into a small ravine. The sound of barking dogs not far behind, as the mob of guards and security personnel rush after the escaped prisoner. The moon above providing just enough light to give some color to the night sky. Branches broken, bushes pushed aside, the rustling of the leaves creating noise for the pursuers to follow, as Number Four comes upon a rushing river.
David Djr RobertsPublished 3 years ago in FuturismForty Days of Ignorance
It wasn't meant to be civilised. For forty days that statement rolled around in my brain. My mission was specifically to investigate the inhabitability of Wylke-27. So far outside of Directorate jurisdiction, and with no previously recorded visits, could it be that the unarguably humanoid population were the result of evolution independent to that on Earth? The likelihood of that... well, I was an ecologist not a biologist or mathematician, but I knew well enough that the likelihood was minute.
Eriko JanePublished 3 years ago in FuturismA Piece of the Pie (Chapter 34)
Chapter 34 – The Descendants "I am going to kill you. I just haven't figured out quite how I want to do it yet," the man said with an evil smile.
Justin MoorePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Future is Here...
1. Mushroom Clouds The waterfalls are thunderous; the birds are chirping wildly, flying back and forth from tree to tree. A small group of people from the tribe are sitting on top of the nearby rocks near the beach. The trees start to shake; the grounds shift violently, there is a loud boom heard in the distant. The waterfalls stop, the birds go silent. The people blankly staring where the waterfalls were, the birds quiet down, the waterfalls completely stop there are minutes of silence. Kombaat mutters, “It has begun!” He yells at everyone to “Run.” Kombaat runs behind everyone up the trail. They get to the village; the tribe people are running out from their homes. Kombaat yelling, “Run, Run, get to the Cave.” Everyone from the tribe run towards the cave. Another Boom echoes through the canyon, looking down the canyon they can see a wall of water coming down towards the village. Kombaat yells from the mouth of the cave at the last of tribe people running towards the cave, “Run, Run!” The water crashes wildly past the mouth of the cave. The Cave door closes. The cave starts to shake, 1000ft of the cave rises as boulders, dirt, start falling off it. As the cave rises, the canyon fills with water. Fireballs are falling from the sky. There are plumes of mushroom clouds in the distance.
Daniel RodriquezPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMY ANDROID SHIPMATE
The history of this can be described in a few words. I had retired from service with the Space Navy after a remarkable career, with exploits which had attracted notice so that I was offered employment by various space agencies. One of these included the use of an ultramodern space ship. When certain alien cultures engage in trade they like their ships manned by material beings. Some civilisations are millions of years old and have an inconceivably advanced technology, and often exist on a higher range of frequency. They can lower their frequency down sufficiently but is irksome, uncomfortable and exhausting because of the expenditure of their energies.