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 Fabulist
~Date Unknown~ There was a corpse lying in the center of the footpath, frozen eyes glaring up through the phantom haze that enveloped the sun, a dead hand pointing to a redeemed sign that read "Madison Encampment" in faltering letters. Even here, at the fringe of stability, this was an unusual sight - the fallen, even those disreputable types who had been slain while committing an act of violence or thievery, were typically buried in haste lest their presence draw scavengers of some sort. This man, though, was allowed to lie exposed in the heat, untouched, without even a handful of dust to conceal his earthly remains. The traveler knelt beside the corpse, studying the remnants of this poor soul at arm's length. His was a brutal death, his emaciated body marred with slashing wounds - struck down either by a true sadist or a terrified amateur. He carried nothing of any particular value, yet he had not been robbed - he still wore his boots, worn nearly through at the heels but still the most useful thing most wanderers would ever possess.
By Andrew Johnston5 years ago in Futurism
The Endless
The stars twinkled in Maya's vision as he managed to wipe away the last of the meal he'd been having. It was a bland, rather pasty meal, a sort of pale grey mélange with hints of color that came from the food dispenser which lay just within reach to his right, and formed his primary source of sustenance on the ship he now called home, which floated aimlessly through the vastness of space.
By William Bundy5 years ago in Futurism
Red Sky at Morning
It had begun like any other Sunday morning, the smell of fresh coffee wafted from the kitchen and the sound of dishes escalated the stairs to my sleep drunk ears. Mom would be standing over the stove, watching an egg fry while Dad was probably at the head of the table, glasses perched on his nose, reading Sports Illustrated; everything was normal.
By Luisa Adelina5 years ago in Futurism
Red Eyes
Red Eyes Sci-fi Short Story (Audio Version Coming Soon) "One, two, three...one, two, three...breathe," Samson thought to himself. Counting in his head and breathing slowly helped with his nerves. The sound of explosions and screams could be heard above him. The lion was coming. It was after its prey. Humans.
By Cyber Dragon5 years ago in Futurism
In A Rustic Cabin
In A Rustic Cabin John W. Gilmore Liza told me, “You’ve got to be more careful. You’re messing with things that you really don't understand and there's nobody around to teach you. Those arts you’re fooling with are thousands of years old. Why don’t you just plug in? Plug into the computer and all the things you want can happen.”
By Om Prakash John Gilmore5 years ago in Futurism
