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”.
Jasper's Log
July 18th, 2050, Jasper’s log I have seen people writing logs for a time capsule and I thought I would create one as well. I am a third-generation robot with a level two positronic brain. Living among humans is interesting and I have learned a lot. I have seen what they were and what they have become, and I am proud to call them friends. We are aloud to grow, learn and show creativity as humans do. I discovered I love art, when I am not helping build infrastructure I like to draw and paint. I have created a few murals on buildings, and I also like creating art on my body, I have done it for some of my robot friends as well. It gives me great happiness to be able to show off my art, and people really seem to enjoy it.
By Robert Kegel2 years ago in Futurism
H2o. Runner-Up in Future Fragments Challenge.
May 29th, 2050. The Congo Basin. The world is in a peculiar state. No, the endless skies and vast oceans haven't changed their familiar shades of blue. The mighty glaciers remain standing strong. In fact, earth's dwindling forests are making a spectacular recovery, similar to that of 200 years ago, before selfish men and a bulldozer marked territory without any ecological concern of the future...
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Futurism
Red Moon
The wind whips all about my small abode, awakening me with a shaking force borne of nature’s wrath. The brightness of the new day is shielded only by dark curtains hung in my one window. It begins to fill the room as I reluctantly rise from my single bed and quickly smother the bit of glowing warmth remaining in the furnace. I remove my woolen gloves (though I’m not sure what good they serve now with all the well-worn holes) and pick up my journal and pencil to note today’s data. This is the ninety-eighth book I’ve begun, and I wonder if I will still be alive to complete another after the pages of this one are full. It's a new year, a new day. The sun’s persistent brightness is a constant reminder today, January 4, 2050, may be my last. Without a doubt, the days which remain are numbered.
By Cindy Calder2 years ago in Futurism
Unmoored
I can’t tell you the exact day I realized time was slipping through my fingers. I can only tell you the day I first slipped. But that story comes later. The truth is, it wasn’t sudden. It was a slow unraveling, like the unraveling of a favorite dress—the kind you save for special occasions. At first, you barely notice. Then time pulls harder, and suddenly, you’re somewhere else entirely.
By Sandor Szabo2 years ago in Futurism
The Wings of Tomorrow. AI-Generated.
AI Assisted Writing The year is 2050, and the world hums with the rhythm of transformation. Beneath the quiet sky, a kaleidoscope of innovation unfolds. Gene therapy, nanotech marvels, and synthetic biology have become commonplace, reshaping lives and rewriting destinies. The news, a cascade of wonder and astonishment, broadcasts yet another revelation: "Awaken Gene Complete – The Future of Longevity is Here."
By Gary Lougheed2 years ago in Futurism
Surviving is Overated. Runner-Up in Future Fragments Challenge. Content Warning.
Fiadh remembered what it used to be like. The struggles. The fights to keep above water. Barely surviving each and every day. The government kept making promises, each party saying they would bring lower prices, end inflation, make life enjoyable again.
By Luna Verity2 years ago in Futurism
Here There Be Giants
“Control! Control! Come in, Mission Control!” Co-pilot Scott Card was on the bounce, standing beside Comm Officer Starling’s console. He was on the comm instead of her because Starling was leaning over in her chair dead from the last strike the transporter ship had taken. Frantically, the co-pilot kept trying, “Damn it, Control! This is SS4398TC MOYA calling in an SOS!”
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Futurism
Future Preservation. Runner-Up in Future Fragments Challenge.
Every single day life on my island followed pretty much the same pattern. Until I saw the ghosts. I was on the beach with my cousins, scuttling over the rock pools searching from some crabs to use as bait. We were going to go fishing later on the edge of the reef. Then, out of nowhere, a bunch of hazy blue ghosts appeared, flickering into existence near the coconut palms. I yelled a warning to my cousins, but by the time anyone else looked they were gone.
By Blake Johnson2 years ago in Futurism
