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”.
Alive Inside
Something caught in my upper gears and jammed. It made a sickening mechanical grinding noise inside my head. Then it whirred back and forth, trying first to back up and then to go forward over and over again without success. Reaching up to the sides of my neck, I switched the two metal brackets to the unlock position and rotated my head to remove it from my body. It twisted loose like a jar lid and came off in my hands with ease.
By TheChrissyMae5 years ago in Futurism
The Uninhabitable Zone
A superheated humid airstream slipped under the silent sails of the white electric aircraft encapsulating Urduja, traveling low over lands once familiar to some once upon a time, but now alien to most life. Long ago, the rainforest floors wilted, burned, and eroded, leaving behind a vast horizon of charred forest and expansive detritus, with even invasive hardy savannah grasses stunted and browned, struggling to cope. Grayscale were the skies, with the vaguest hint of blue. On crisp white letters somewhere over her retina HUD displayed 41 degrees Celsius and 43% humidity. Urduja knew that south of her destination in Bogota, once existed a vast rainforest stretching innumerable horizons, a cornucopia of life, teeming with a density of sounds and smells, of light particles shimmering off canopies and flowers.
By Beau Garland5 years ago in Futurism
Long Drive
Perfect. Perfect. It was all perfect. She drummed her fingers in flawless rhythm against the cracked, sun-blistered skin of the steering wheel. The car she had chosen smelled like a dog left outside and cheap vacuums sucking up cigarette ash from an old shitty carpet. It wasn’t hers. She didn’t need a car, before.
By Hayley Daggers5 years ago in Futurism
Bovine Crisis
Trista Langley watched as the last of the bubbles swirled down the bathtub drain. Luckily, they continued to disappear without hesitation, perhaps proof that this time at least, the hair clippings from her newly shaven legs hadn’t been as thick as usual.
By Rhoda Tripp Writes5 years ago in Futurism
The Heart-Shaped Lockett:
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By Eric Prince5 years ago in Futurism
The Twenty Percent
Pollyanna Polcheck’s life had given her cause to think about her name. What glint of the eye, what waggle of the tightened first, what early wailing, had compelled her parents to name her Pollyanna? She could only conjecture, but she was nothing of the sort. It conjured images of a happy, smiling child, where Polcheck, as she would come to be known, was inscrutable, wild, and gifted with a genius that rendered her under stimulated as a child, and therefore, unhappy and unsmiling – the antithesis of a Pollyanna.
By Danielle Agbor 5 years ago in Futurism
