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”.
The Last Nomad
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Well, so they said. Is that right? Vacuum of space? It doesn’t sound right but I have no one to correct me and no one to ask. I can picture Sigourney Weaver's prodigious cheekbones but I can’t quite recall the film’s famous catchline.
By Charles Thompson2 years ago in Futurism
When Time Runs Out
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. However, it’s not a theory I wished to test until today. Crash landing on an uncharted planet in the Alpha Quadrant. All measures to get us back on track to New Earth failed. AND to TOP ALL OF THIS MESS OFF, this was a training exercise for new recruits.
By Jessica Gray2 years ago in Futurism
New Worlds
COLONIZATION Colonization of planets, once the dream of intergalactic explorers, mad scientists and space cowboys appeared closer to reality as Blank Days (2020-2035) swept the earth. Extreme social unrest was grinding down societies, one cataclysmic event after another. The elite governing bodies had lost control over their citizens. Cops quit their jobs in droves, farmers stopped planting for two years causing world-wide starvation. Seeds and fertilizer had been taxed out of existence. In this ‘Blankverse’ the media stopped reporting about rampaging daily violence and death tolls. School shootings, riots, terrorist threats, even wars went unmentioned. People were dying in the streets, not just in third world countries but in places like London, New York, Paris, Tokyo and LA. Horror was upon us.
By David Parham2 years ago in Futurism
The Executioner
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That’s what they told me when I was appointed High Executioner for the Galactic Empire. I soon found out that was a bold-faced lie. It will be easy, they said, and painless for the condemned. Those slated for execution were to be jettisoned from Ares X prison hold, one of the largest penitentiary satellites in the Ganymede Galaxy. As the appointed High Executioner for the Galactic Empire, I was expected not to just observe from the safety of the porthole in the hold, I had to don a flight suit and float out into that nothingness and serve as a witness.
By Sherry Cortes2 years ago in Futurism
That's The Game
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Turns out, most every sound is whisked away by the gaping expanse of the cosmos— horror, yes, but elation, and surprise, and melancholy, and blithe, too. And the whir of engine on top of it all, smothered or beckoned away—a matter of perspective, really—by the stars, turning this untread celestial terrain oddly peaceful. Suspending this barren ship against its starry neighbors, nigh indistinguishable to their gentle presence—or it would be, if those stupid burning pinprick explosions would stop being so loud.
By Lyndon Beier2 years ago in Futurism
Fail Safe
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That is exploding in my mind as I see that I have landed on an asteroid without atmosphere, and I am definitely not in a space suit. All those hours of repetitive training takes over and I immediately switch focus to my second destination choice. All those boring hours that seemed so worthless have now kicked in and I am essentially on autopilot. I know that I cannot try to breathe, to do so is instant death. The refocus to my secondary destination will take only 15 seconds but with what I have done to get to and then away from the worthless piece of space rock has taken almost a full 2 minutes so far and if the secondary is also a toxic selection, then I will need to use my final fail safe. Just how long can I hold my breath, damn I really didn’t concentrate on that part of the training, never thought I would need it.
By Fred Looney2 years ago in Futurism
When I Woke Up For The Last Time
When I woke up in the morning, I knew that something was off. I gasped and heard my breath, but I didn’t feel my lungs. My mouth made a sound, but my body didn’t go through the motions. I didn’t feel the weight of my head as usual. I don’t think I blinked my eyes open. I just sprung into wake. I should have felt my cold fingers, but I had trouble feeling my fingers to begin with. Come to think of it, I’m not sure that it was morning when I woke up.
By Bobe Hadjieva2 years ago in Futurism
ADELPHI
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. "I guess we'll find out soon enough." you mutter to yourself while looking out of the "window" of your room aboard the Trinity cruiseliner. The stars floating past the digital screen seem to call out, screaming for a response. If only you could scream back your pent up frustration. The view outside the ship is dark, endless, and you can't help but feel tired of the hours we've been floating out here.
By YeJoon Hwang2 years ago in Futurism