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”.
Outrun Stories #56
Video available here: https://youtu.be/tq_AHXTF-0w He’s on the edge of his seat now, fat, balding and sweaty old Chapman. This case might make his fucking career, give him that pension he’s always dreamed of, well, I’m not going to disappoint, am I?
By Outrun Stories8 years ago in Futurism
Outrun Stories #55
Video available here: Youtube “Yeah, promises, right? Just like the government promised to try and help the incident zones out? Just like the people in the unaffected areas said they’d protest for us. Just like you agency spooks said you’d do something about the mutants in the past,” I say and grimace.
By Outrun Stories8 years ago in Futurism
The Shape of Things to Come
He didn’t like the idea of the foil hat. He didn’t want to become the mad stereotype the cheap tabloids make a joyous mockery out of whenever there are spare pages to be filled. But he needed protection. He didn’t want to be the crazy, dishevelled man who hadn’t showered or shaved in weeks that sits on his front porch, shotgun barrels resting on his legs, spoiling for a fight he’s confident is about to explode into life. And yet that is who he has become.
By Phil Weller8 years ago in Futurism
Enliven (Part I)
Clouds moved out of the way on this fine morn. Sunshine, like truth being told, illuminated the city of Wilmington, Delaware. Fielder Jakes, teak-colored, sprayed sheen on his curly Afro. He straightened his tie and brushed off his shoulders. His blue business suit spoke of power, achievement, and winning. His red power tie said, “I’ve got this” before he could even open his mouth. With the matching cufflinks in place to make his outfit complete, he headed down from his loft apartment space and entered the garage level. There he saw her. A cocaine white dream with over a thousand horses, sheltered from the recent August Summer rain. The vehicle was a romantic art masterpiece. Its shimmering hardtop belied the fact that it could be converted to allow the wind into the two seater. The quadruple exhaust pipes gleamed like silverware. The body sloped and curved and made jarring lines and muscle like cuts in the frame. All Jakes had to do now was to offer some credits.
By Skyler Saunders9 years ago in Futurism
Edge of the Stars
Daniel It was late in the afternoon, wind softly blowing across a field of grass dotted with wildflowers. A lone figure rested under a single tree just outside his house. He heard the old screen door squeal as the wind played with it; he reminded himself to fix it when he got the chance. She walked down off the porch and came to rest next to him. Her smile felt as warm as the sun peeking through the leaves. Yet that was the only thing he really could see. As hard as he tried, he could not distinguish her face. The sunshine remained, but its warmth slowly faded. He could hear a faint beeping in the background steadily growing louder. He reached towards her; she was still smiling, unaware of the deafening sound of the alarm. Daniel's eyes snapped open, and he shot up from his bed. His breathing was irregular, the adrenaline electrocuting his body. He glanced over to his left and nearly jumped out of his skin. Blue eyes stared wide at him from the side of his bed. He scrambled for his glasses, sliding them on without cleaning them. Through the half smudged lenses, his sister came into view. He could have sworn he saw blue eyes, but his sister's were a dark green in color.
By Tyson Moores9 years ago in Futurism
Lone Wolf: The Duel
It was morning. The sun rose steadily, igniting the open lands with its light. Birds flew across the sky as they greeted the morning. Just as it sounded peaceful, it all ended when a convoy of four speeding trucks roared across the open en route to a city. An armored soldier, with the rank of captain etched into the shoulder pads, sitting in the passenger seat of one of the trucks was typing on a small keyboard while looking at the transparent screen on the windshield as they approached their destination.Upon zooming in on the city, the radio crackled to life.
By Michael Astren9 years ago in Futurism
