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 Joy Of Serving That I Never Wanted
Myra and I were doing well. We were having a lot of fun and getting along together. Everyone knew we were seeing each other, which was fine. I thought the relationship was very serious and then she tells me she wants to visit The Seven Stars. She wants to take a year off from the board to visit the planets on some pilgrimage. And then she told me I didn’t have to wait for her because she might not come back. That heifer broke my heart.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Futurism
Falling Under the Stars
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I’ve never been out there but today I saw many of my friends and fellow crew sucked out into the vacuum. Our ship, The Endeavor, left Earth a few weeks ago on a mission to observe a planet in the beta quadrant called HY-2088819 and determine if it can host life. There were twenty different ships sent out into the cosmos. Those going to the delta quadrant were going to take the longest since they had to navigate away from the center of our galaxy.
By Veren Strife4 years ago in Futurism
A Historian's Preface
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. We can, however. Oh, not the normally expected vocal scream of sound waves, as you may be thinking. Rather, our race is psychically attuned to the mental scream that accompanies it, the anguish and despair of the dying, or the horror and fear of those enduring brutalization. Strong emotions carry farther more easily, and the moment of acknowledging death is strongest of all.
By Jason Knightman4 years ago in Futurism
The Final Frontier Is Not For Humans
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Maybe not. I also don’t think anyone can hear a scream of a person living a life of quiet desperation. Mine was getting more and more desperate every day, but I had a pleasant smile.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Futurism
The Phoenix Colony
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The thing is, you can -- just not in the most literal sense. When it's the collective screams of eight billion people, you can hear it in your soul. Chloe knew this from first-hand experience, along with everyone else aboard The Phoenix colony ship. It was once among the last three transport vessels that departed the dying planet, and everyone aboard those transports witnessed its final moments of existence. Chloe considered it an unlucky thing, to have witnessed Earth's demise so intimately. The other ninety-seven transport ships had embarked on their journey several months before The Phoenix, The Brasília and The Ottawa. The inhabitants of the earlier departures were very likely far enough away to have seen only a brief flash of light, but the others had front row seats to the extinction event. The magnificently horrifying scenario also cut short the journeys of both The Brasília and The Ottawa, leaving just one lone ship to navigate amid the path of unpredictable debris that spread out from the shockwaves birthed by catastrophic blasts.
By Chelsea Hoffman4 years ago in Futurism
The Death of Earth
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. How did I get to this part of space heading towards a new planet of a galaxy, I've never heard of? Why was I chosen to try out this planet? I think I'm more of a sacrifice than a privilege to be one of the first to go. They called it “taking one for the team” . I have a general distaste for other humans. I have no illusions that any of them cared for me, but I was strong and seemed to be resistant to most viruses and healthy. They thought I had a greater chance at survival. I'll tell you how it all began.
By Katie Lewis4 years ago in Futurism
Problem Train
I sit up gasping, disoriented. A figure next to me calls out “C’mon! Get up!” and hauls me to my feet. Something about this feels familiar, but I don’t know how or why. I look out of the window next to me and realize that I’m in a bloody train car. A gun is thrust into my hands and I look up at the figure and freeze. I study his dark, tousled hair and his square jaw. He moves to brace himself against the side of the door with his own gun pointed down the corridor to the left. His shirt is rolled up to his elbows and his forearms flex as he switches directions. I suck in a breath and stagger forward a step, realizing that I am in the stupidest, tightest red dress and stiletto heels.
By Carla J Perkins4 years ago in Futurism
Tiangong Spring Festival Gala "special visitors
February 1, 2049, yuan more resumed, century-old renovation. Hundreds of millions of Chinese are immersed in the festival and peace to welcome their own New Year, thousands of miles away in the space of a shining Chinese star like a meteor across the sky over Beijing, CCTV Spring Festival Gala live footage of the China Space station and Tiananmen Square framed a romantic moment.
By Eric George4 years ago in Futurism
