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”.
Space in Earth
Amy had eagerly left her home at Sydney, with no hesitation at all on the lively journey that impatiently awaited her, on a summer day of 2050, heading towards the flying taxi station found just 20 long parallel streets away from her city house.
Planet Gazer8360Published 6 years ago in FuturismArtificial
“Tense. Wanting learned think,” she said. “I understand,” Doctor Aiden said, “That is the desired outcome.” He turned from his screen. She was leaking at the rims of her eyes, he reached over to wipe them.
M HolcombePublished 6 years ago in FuturismHome? (Part 8)
For a second I maintain my eyes locked on the screen, wondering. We were told that humanity was to embark on a ship to save itself from catastrophe, from the so-called "End." Our mission was to head to a new planet, inhabit it, and make it ours to create a new community where human life could be reborn again so we could maintain our species. We were also told that those living on Earth, which was the majority of the population, would inevitably die in no more than a few weeks. I know now that at least one of those statements was a lie.
Eugenia MorenoPublished 6 years ago in FuturismAre the Rules of Time Travelers Selfish?
If you have seen any classic time travel flick, you know that time travelers have to adhere a specific set of rules. Whenever someone goes back in time, they can't do as much as kill a housefly without changing the future that they know. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, but the problem with time travel is that there is no possible way to foresee what you will change. We've been taught that leaving any imprint on the past will completely destroy our future. However, is that truly accurate? Does changing the past in an attempt to better the future really create a world similar to that of Mad Max? I would like to make a close examination of why I think the rules of time travelers are actually just selfish, and I hope this changes the way you look at the next time travel movie you watch.
Jacob CraigPublished 6 years ago in FuturismGathering of Mendicants
That does me good, yes that does me good”, Father Ignatius exhaled while Father Francis, the mission’s medical robot applied the local anaesthetic and tended to his badly lacerated shin.
Jason NikolaidisPublished 6 years ago in FuturismIncineration
Lena sighed as she prepped the incineration chamber, her janitor’s uniform hot in the stuffy room. This was the fourth dead baby this week, but it, she, had been different. She’d lived three days, instead of a little more than two. The scientists up top were examining her right now. Lena had had hope for the infant. Since The Break started, They hadn’t had a child live past a year in four years.
Hattie MurdockPublished 6 years ago in FuturismHome? (Part 7)
"What happened here?" I ask, although I'm not particularly interested in hearing such a story. It's enough to see the pain reflected in Max's eyes. He tells me nonetheless, however painful it may be for him to remember.
Eugenia MorenoPublished 6 years ago in FuturismControl
I sit on my desk with my head in my hands trying to process the events of yesterday. I don't know my power fully but I hope I can get it under control soon...
Elijah TaylorPublished 6 years ago in FuturismHome? (Part 6)
The paper sits in front of me, as dangerous as a hungry lion. My hand is shaking, not letting the pen sign neatly. I don't want to do this. I don't know what I'm getting myself into, but it must be something truly dangerous if we are not allowed to read the clauses of said document. The President is sitting there, fiercely looking at each one of us, especially me. Does he know me? Has he seen us exploring in that basement? I look over to Max, who gazes back at me for a second and then puts his name on the signing line. He drops the pen on the table and leans back, as if this was the most relaxing day of his entire life. I roll my eyes and let out a small sigh and leave the writing tool on the table. I simply sit straight, looking at the wall in front of me, to avoid making any eye contact with our governor. The time is up and the Invigilators gather themselves around us and ensure that all the papers have signatures on them. Unfortunately, one girl has refused to sign it. She begins sobbing, despite her attempts to show some strength. They instantly pull her out of the chair with impressive force and drag her along the room until she's outside. The door closes and I'm sure we'll never see her again. I can hear her screams fade with every step her guards take to put her somewhere else, hidden from the rest of us. I wonder if she'll simply be punished or killed? The thought makes me shiver and makes me feel a hundred times worse. Just like everyone in the spaceship, I've done nothing. I've sat there, watching the whole scene unfold, how violence has filled the air, and, instead of protecting her, I've let her go. Fear is truly dividing.
Eugenia MorenoPublished 6 years ago in FuturismRoom #607
After the fall of Sector 54 B in the early twentieth century, a new darkness had to eventually battle the light within that dimension. With the black tar creatures imprisoned, the Ape society of Room 607 had a chance to flourish. It had been a long time since the distant traveler arrived and started the war with the shadow people. The sorcerer of the shadow people rose through the ranks of politics and higher power, eventually becoming chancellor to the wise old King of 607. Zeman the Ape King was his name.
LUiS Wrote THiS StoryPublished 6 years ago in FuturismRed Hat
Sherri glanced at the bumper sticker and had to laugh. Yes, a giant meteor might be better in this current political climate. It would definitely be better than the two bozos that had been chosen from them… Sherri contemplated a giant rock hitting the earth as she stood outside of the school that had been assigned to her to cast her vote.
Ernie HowardPublished 6 years ago in FuturismHome? (Part 5)
"Welcome, welcome, everyone," says the President in the most squeaky yet excited voice I have heard in a long time. None of us have met him personally for we are considered too insignificant to have any direct contact with our governor. It's rather strange how the habitants of this aircraft seem okay with the idea that they have never even seen what our leader looks like. He has appeared once or twice on one of the massive panels allocated in the center of the spaceship to give some important public announcements. However, that only happened in the first two weeks of our arrival to the aircraft, and since then I would even say that his existence had become a myth. For me, at least, for I didn't even think he was a real person. But I've been proven wrong. From what I remember, he's gone a little bit fatter and, instead of having just one prominent double chin, he's now upgraded to a triple chin. His stomach is not small either and I begin wondering where he gets eatable food from, bearing in mind ours is mostly purée, provided to us as a supposed good nutrient source that can be easily chewed and eaten faster than actual solid pieces. Even our times to feed ourselves are under control, and there is no room for relaxation or enjoying a simple moment. We eat in solitude, and it's no surprise that this banquet which we have been invited to is perplexing enough.
Eugenia MorenoPublished 6 years ago in Futurism