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Symbiote Chapter 5
This was a day long in coming. This was the day that cadets miraculously became soldiers. This was pass and review, when the greatest warriors would stand before their charges and take the oath to defend their worlds from all that would threaten them. They had trained for years to harness their abilities, getting worshiped for their abilities was just a fringe benefit, and an awesome one at that; just like living forever. Granted, everything that lived could get killed, but for them there were no "natural" causes.
By daniel morris7 years ago in Futurism
Degradation
On the last day of his life, an alarm clock brings Peter Lindquist from the belly of night up to the stars of consciousness. He thinks, today I die, today I die, today I die. Some chemical response tightens his gut, but that could also be easily mistaken for his feeling of lust. Lindquist's primary focus swims in the fixed image of Megan, the volley of exoteric swells and informal curves that comprise her form, the softness of her skin, her lips, and her crass shamelessness.
By Eric Simpson7 years ago in Futurism
Son Of Titan
The AtomicBadger had moved away from that graveyard of steel, leaving behind the ghosts of her sister tanks. John sat at the controls, driving the tank destroyer with the skill of a seasoned veteran. Mick had taken the gunners post and was trying his best to catch some sleep, despite the loud rumbling of the powerful engine behind him. And Oscar was standing, leaning over the top of the gun turret, half exposed to the elements like the commanders of old. Studying the maps on his wrist pad, he had come to a sobering conclusion: his driver had lied. There was no way they would make it to Shangri-La Station in their condition. They would need to refuel along the way, and that was only in a scenario in which they didn't run into unwanted trouble. But Oscar wasn't that lucky, and he knew it.
By Joshua Gonzalez7 years ago in Futurism
Alex The Inventor (Book 2 - Chapter 1)
Read Chapter 1 (Part 1) at: Deep Sky Stories Chapter 1 (Part 1) - Of Lineage and Tokens of Manhood When the boy and his large companion arrived on what became their new Homeworld, they had to learn to survive and adapt to the new environment as best as they could.The boy was fit and hardy though and he had the good sense to pack what provisions he thought were necessary before he began his lone journey from one planet to the other.He first saw his new Homeworld from afar only a year before - that being two of our years.His father, King T'eir of the Valley's southwestern shores, had taken him to the highest tower of his palace on a dark, clear night and pointed up at the tiny blue dot nestled among the stars.It did not appear to be very interesting to the boy at first - it was just a pale blue speck in the darkness and looked much too distant as well. Yet his father told him that that dot in the night sky was a very interesting place indeed. The blue dot was actually nearer to their Homeworld than even the brightest of the stars which turned in the black velvet dome high overhead.How could that be, the boy wondered. It was only a little blue dot in space. There was no other place which could possibly match the beauty and wonders of the boy's own Homeworld.The valley he lived in was a full, rich and wild country all by itself. It was the envy of the Plains People who roamed the cold and dusty steppe-lands beyond his home.In the Valley there were thick, carpets of Ground-Leaf and mosses of every kind grown with care by the Life-Givers of each village. And rich farmlands of the hard-working Tils Clan stretched in thin strips of fertile soil for hundreds of miles along the banks of the mighty River Styx.Then there were the Strand Villages which were clusters of mud huts that stood upon tall, erosion-carved sandstone pillars. The pillars were situated throughout the entire length of the endless river valley. The Valley did seem to be endless, so far did it stretch from East to West, from horizon to horizon.The village pillars all stood a full two miles above the thundering river. A boy, such as he, could run and explore from village to village for weeks on end because each was inter-connected, one to the other by a web of strong rope bridges.A boy could meet new and interesting people all along the way and would never go hungry because the food and bounty from the Valley floor was shared freely among the villagers.No, there was nothing, the boy was sure, which could possibly compare with the splendor of his Homeworld. True, there were a few worrying signs of troubles ahead which the boy often heard his Royal parents discussing with various diplomats and "High-War Moderators" during evening meetings.The meetings had something to do with "accidents" involving the "Moon-War" machines which were somehow reaching the surface of his world and causing serious problems, even fatalities at times, among the nomadic Plains People.But Halden, the son of King T'eir was not afraid of such problems as these. His father would make short work of those nasty little robot Flies, he was sure. No, there was no world as wonderful nor any people as powerful as his race, that was certain.
By G.F. Brynn7 years ago in Futurism
Snapshots of Different Realities
Snapshot 00110001 — The Old Friends The Lorn and the Human sat on Isoclectic Beach on Isidorian (the seventh planet of the large star cluster, not the lesser moon). The sun was setting, and the pair had been drinking for most of the afternoon.
By Kim William7 years ago in Futurism
Invisible Magic Part 3
Now that Tom had been given the medication it shouldn't take long for it to kick in; clouds had started to form across the sky. The intruders were taken away and were being brought in for questioning. The rain had started to fall down on them as they hoped that Tom would start to come around now that he had started to transform back into his normal self. Something very particular had started to happen, and nobody knew what it was.
By Lizzy Arrow7 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Story #28
“And just how do you think you managed to get yourself into this mess, Jimmy?” she says to me like I’ve not been tied to this chair for the last 12 hours thinking about every move I’ve made, everything that I’d done to try and cover my tracks. Fucking invisible, I’ve been invisible, no way they could have known. So, how the hell am I here now about to get my head blown off?
By Outrun Stories7 years ago in Futurism
Brutalist Stories #28
Two men and 10,000 bullets, that’s all it seemed to take, on the outside at least anyway. That’s what they all reported, fed through the feeds for weeks and months afterwards, the stories of heroism of these two men that went in where no other man nor woman would go. That place where angels fear to tread. Well, a lot more went on behind the scenes.
By Brutalist Stories7 years ago in Futurism