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”.
Crimson Water
"Open your eyes Cyan!" I say this to myself every morning. Well, I'm not sure it is morning, but I say it when I become aware of the need to move. The air is bright and the light is faint. The hum and crackle of the grid remind me that I am a prisoner. I look around to see the soft gentle stream running by my pod, still outside my dome. There are dozens of domes around mine. Each one appears to be identical to the last. Everything in this grid is too perfectly placed. I feel a sinking in my chest and my eyes begin to water. I wipe my face and sit up.
By Christine Voss2 years ago in Futurism
Financial Futures
I sat down in a cold, cavernous conference room, across a giant marble ocean from the Lifestyle Financial representative. There was a book. A brochure of life choices if you will, floating between us. I have just given birth to a beautiful baby girl and now it was time for me to decide on her life's path. This is terrifying. I have saved as much as I could to ensure she has the best life possible but in the end it will all come down to this year's rates.
By Lynsey Fyfe 2 years ago in Futurism
Dragons in Fantasy Literature
The term dragon has been used to describe many different kinds of mythical beings that may not be related. Dragons are usually associated with European folklore and literature; however, dragons can also be found in other traditions. These creatures typically have reptilian qualities, may breathe fire or poison, live for centuries, hoard gold and jewels, and are fierce.
By Matthew Angelo2 years ago in Futurism
Nomads
1. ‘Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception.’ Sagan Scar wakes in the dark just before sunrise, in those moments when morning is passable for night. The air is still and hard, cold like stone, and infused with smoke. A single bird begins a song, stopping and starting as if testing the waters, seeing if anyone else is awake and ready to begin. The light grows, imperceptibly at first and then all at once, like the birdsong. Soon a cacophony of sound rings in the dawn. She keeps her eyes closed, and for a moment imagines she’s lying in her bed, when layered beneath the wattle bird coos and the magpie’s warble, there’d be traffic sounds. The road that ran by her house would be filling with cars. An endless stream. People. The cogs of civilisation. Such a far-away concept now. The bird call is too loud for her to fall back into sleep, so she opens her eyes and stares up at the looming trees. Their twisted bows swathed in orange, like warpaint against the rest of their snowy skin. Further down the mountain they don’t have that colour, and they grow straighter, yet both thrive. Sometimes in these moments, when everyone else is still a sleep, Scar thinks she can sense the lifeforce of these trees, feel the presence of their being. Their silent, eternal knowing. The leaves shift in a light breeze as she watches them, and when the same breeze reaches her she realises there’s a warmth to it that wasn’t there yesterday – hasn’t been there for months. There’s a scent too, something sweet breaking through the smoke and eucalyptus. Pollen. It must have swept up here on the night winds from the valley.
By Sascha Elk2 years ago in Futurism
Phantom Shift- Sublimation
This is Part Four in a series. You can click here for all chapters. Alex, or rather Raul as he had decided to go by the last cover name he used, had sat quietly in Jason’s van for four hours. He had been watching Haberdashers, waiting for Tupac to retrieve the documents. While most people would think of being on a stakeout as torture, Raul quite enjoyed it. It was a simple task. Sit in one spot for as long as possible, observing your target. Most would think there was little to do in the meantime, but he had learned over the years that it’s best to bring some kind of entertainment.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Futurism
The 1950s Science Fiction Podcast S2 E5
Hello and welcome back to the 1950s Science Fiction Podcast. I have taken some time off from creating podcasts for the past month. In the interim, I have worked on an article for vocal media. A book review of the Michael Moorcock novel The Final Program. You find it on my website link on the podcast app page; be sure to check it out.
By Edward German2 years ago in Futurism
Barn Owl: Night Owl - Part 3
The Twin Owls welcomed Baby Great Grey Owl and the Jedi Master to the Rebel Alliance moon base hidden on the south pole of the dark side of one of Hoot’s moons. This one had a residence that kept it mostly on the sun side of the planet, it’s exaggerated elliptical orbit taking it closets to the planets south pole before being flung out into space.
By Cyrus Emerson2 years ago in Futurism
What waits for us in the Dark (Matter)?
It is well scientifically documented that the dark has always frightened mankind. From our earliest cave-dwelling ancestors huddling around fires through to our high-tech London2 (L2) megacity habitats of 2242 which are floodlit day and night – we are hard-wired to fear something in the gloom.
By Matt Adcock2 years ago in Futurism