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”.
Incineration
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.
By Hattie Murdock8 years ago in Futurism
Home? (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.
By Eugenia Moreno8 years ago in Futurism
Room #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.
By LUiS Wrote THiS UNiVERSE8 years ago in Futurism
Red 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.
By Ernie Howard8 years ago in Futurism
Home? (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.
By Eugenia Moreno8 years ago in Futurism
The Starless Planet
My name is Thana. I stand near the window in the living room of my space pod, so I can gaze out at the looming planet that is closing distance to us. We have been planning to populate the starless world for 1,000 years. That’s the length of time it has taken for it to reach the edges of our solar system, from where ever it came from. It was first spotted in 2018, when I was still a small child. I was still all human. When it was first spotted, we knew it was once orbiting a star that exploded. It still gave off radiation and produced its own Aurora Borealis. When particles hit its magnetic upper atmosphere, the bright blue glow lit up the dull brown globe. It was like an ocean wave on a shallow beach. When the frothy seawater pulls back, it reveals the sandy shore. The starless planet is still spinning, like a caged bird who finally escaped captivity. We never did name it, but the starless planet has a Moon in orbit that we call Aeron. Astronomers had released the videos to express their amazement that they could capture such phenomenon. Our newest telescopes were able to see billions of light years away.
By Lady Sunday8 years ago in Futurism
