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”.
The Brainchildren surveyed the damage that the moths had done to the coca crops. Huge swaths of barren copses dotted the landscape. From their vantage point, they could observe the potential billions in revenue that could be lost with the infestation. Knight turned to Barber.
"Another. It’s been a long night.” I took my glass of brandy to the corner of the bar and slumped myself into the nearest seat. My necktie was strangling me, so I yanked at it till the thing was loose, and let it slip to the floor. The more I drank, the faster time went by, and pretty soon I would lose track of the hours.
Cold winds ushered the young man inside of the house. He clutched a digital player and wireless earbuds. Collins True tore off his jacket and untied his boots. His Newark, Delaware home provided for him the space to explore the antiquities and some of its relics. In his palm he carried the pieces as if they were precious metals. He had a sense that diamonds would sprout right out of the device he was so excited about it. At just eighteen years old, he kept a healthy query into the world around him. It had been years since anyone had used the digital devices in his hands. Now, people tuned to the radio, switched off the lights, and watched movies all with the implanted chip in their body.
As Zack stepped into the Virtual Reality Expo, a strange feeling began coming over him. He could feel someone standing behind him. Moments later, a voice coming from a tent with the number 607, tagged in Hip Hop graffiti, grabbed the young student's attention. Zack was given a headset, plugging him into the New Verse. The further he got into the tent, the more that strange feeling from earlier also began to disappear. Before he knew it, the world he knew was beginning to fade away.