science fiction
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Out of Time
In a world devastated by a chromal shift of their parent star, the last great power must be on constant look out to reclaim the knowledge of the past and add people with skill in the present to rebuild.
daniel morrisPublished 7 years ago in FuturismChapter One
You'll think I'm crazy for coming right out and saying all of this, but there really is no other way to say it. Even if it isn't the truth and I really am just crazy, these are my deep rooted beliefs, things I've seen and felt and if nothing else — I just need you to understand. Can you do that?
Seisla WolfPublished 7 years ago in FuturismThe Cabin
The cabin was dark, the only sunlight to be seen were the shards sneaking through the gaps between the boards where the storms of the past forty years had warped the wood, or the tiny gaps in the shutters over the only window on the east side of the cabin. At first, all was as still and silent within the old walls as without, then a slight vibration was heard, or would have been if there had been anyone within the cabin. But there was no one in the shaded space protected from the wind here, and not for miles around the cabin either.
Aurora SkyePublished 7 years ago in FuturismOffline: Chapter 2
Being inside the Future™ Headquarters felt like a giant camera was watching you at all times. There was an audible hum in the air, like that of bees, but not quite bees. A constant whir that sent chills down your spine and made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. An electric current surging through your body, making your fingertips tingle. There was a feeling that even in the darkest corners you were being followed, watched. Sensing that he was being watched, Trent looked behind him. "Welcome to the future, Trent." The synthetic female voice echoed throughout the halls of the headquarters. How do you know my name? He thought, as thoughts were the only privacy that was left in this age. By collecting search engine data, the artificial intelligence was able to semi-accurately predict what the average human brain was thinking at a given time. The voice in the walls said, "Upon walking into our facility, my facial recognition algorithm instantaneously paired your face with your name." A rush of euphoria ran through his bloodstream as he realised that he actually was living in the future. It dawned on him because here he was, having a conversation with a robot who auto-predicted what he was thinking almost before he thought it. "You are a contest winner and received an invitation to be our guest at the Future Headquarters™ and receive a special gift."
Karli HealeyPublished 7 years ago in FuturismSeattle: 2035
The year is 2035, the location, Seattle Washington. In the year 2017, the year of my 50th birthday, the world I live in today was just an abstraction. I would have called it a “plausible” or “possible” future back then. Today it’s a real, hard edged thing.
Erik HaugaardPublished 7 years ago in FuturismRaid of Pride
While on patrol, a security vessel, ‘Pride’s Call,’ is assigned to investigate an unknown base on an ice world moon, orbiting a gas supergiant, in a brown dwarf system. When it is discovered what the base contains, a kill order for all inside is issued, but due to operational and security conditions it must be done as quietly as possible. Key concepts: Minevjtirkjot—a fringe group of Kaxar that believes that it is acceptable to consume vjtirkjot, or sapient flesh, in contrast to the majority’s held beliefs that only non-sapient flesh can be consumed. Hosts—a select group of individuals, of all species, that can bond with a symbiote, gaining great powers, but at a price; one is constantly hungry due to the symbiotes caloric load, and due to living forever while non-hosts have age limits, real relations are problematic, not to mention they will always be warriors in the military and beholden to the government for enough sustenance to survive. Kaxar—Felinoid race and member of the Stellar Coalition, they believe in honor and Clan over self and are generally seen as the best warriors of the galaxy. Bruish—a reptilian race and member of the Stellar Coalition, lacking emotions and being long lived, they are the best strategists of the Coalition and are often seen by the other races as cold, calculating, cunning, and manipulative often using double entendre to sow confusion. Edun—One of the few artificial races, this race of humanoids are the best and worst combination of races, and due to their artificial nature, they have to fight to maintain a voice in the coalition. Stellar Coalition—One of the key governing bodies of the galaxy, made up of many races, but notably the Kaxar, the Bruish, and Edun, they strive to keep some semblance of the peace established by the long vanished Ansaii. Ansaii—A race of avians, they built the stellar coalition, but mysteriously vanished millennia ago, causing a galactic civil war that was only recently resolved. Deathpride—A reputed secret police/research group of the Kaxar not publicly acknowledged due to their extremist ideals and the supremacist ideology. Shaownet—a reputed secret police/spy/research ring made up mostly of Edun, not publicly acknowledged, but the majority of the races suspect Shadownet secretly runs the government and subverts the other races. Dark Khanate—The Kaxar afterlife, similar in concept to Valhalla.
daniel morrisPublished 7 years ago in FuturismLone Wolf
A deer walked into the woods as the sun slowly began to set. It scanned its surrounding as it stopped among a patch of meadow, twitching its ears as it sniffed the air for signs of danger. When all it was a gentle breeze blowing through the trees and all it smelled was the fresh smell of leaves falling, the deer lowered its head and began to eat. It was unaware that danger indeed lurked nearby. Hiding in the bushes, a silver wolf watched his prey with hungry eyes. He began to sneak out of the bushes, barely making a sound, as he moved towards the unsuspecting deer. He quickly began to pick up the pace as he drew closer to his prey before breaking into a full run. The deer raised its head at the last moment, only to see the wolf lunging at it. It screamed just before the wolf tore into its throat. Nearby, another predator was hunting a different kind of prey.
Michael HawkinsPublished 7 years ago in FuturismSunshine and Danger
I ran as fast as I could from the men shooting at my ankles and the back of my knees, with my small backpack bouncing up and down with my body. As my mind raced, I looked over my shoulder to shoot back at them, trying my hardest not to trip and fall while also trying to shake them off my trail. They had spotted me leaving the shop of an alleged black market dealer, and approached me with their ray guns out.
Diamond, Surf, or Tree?
So, today was the day—decision time. It was the morning of my 21st birthday. Since World War III and the global financial crisis of 2019, a few things had changed here in the UK, we no longer had the regular birthday parties or weekend celebratory trips to Europe of our predecessors... it was registration day.The world is very different in 2039.First of all, there wasn't much left of southern Europe and the USA to go and visit, once Trump and ISIS got through ruining everything.
Rosalyn GramsPublished 7 years ago in FuturismTransplant
Transplant: an original short story by Bestselling Author Michele E. Gwynn (The Checkpoint, Berlin Detective Series, The Harvest Trilogy, Angelic Hosts Series, Darkest Communion, Waiting a Lifetime) (Image created by M.E. Gwynn)
Michele E.Published 7 years ago in FuturismScreaming Metal (Part 015)
There didn't seem to be rhyme or reason to the timing of the outbursts. She needed to calm herself, lest she trigger a collapse and join Il'on and the rest of the junk here in eternal obscurity.
Made in DNAPublished 7 years ago in FuturismThe Adventure of Gnomie the Orc
Gnomie is known as a simple Orc chief, cherishing the old ways, hating the newer tribes for changing rules around. After being a chieftain for 23 years, I decided to go traveling. In a feeble attempt to find out why most orcs had begun abandoning the older ways, for new more forgiving ways. Upon the journey, I happened across a group of bandits, thinking nothing of them, I just decided to walk past, most men are to afraid to risk pissing off an Orc of such size. Sadly, I was mistaken here, They aimed a blowdart gun at me, so I simply waved as I passed. That's when I felt the slight pick in my neck. Damn pesky humans, using toxins and poison, they have no idea how to fight like real men.
Mike LamoureuxPublished 7 years ago in Futurism