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Asteroid Strike
2056: The world has come together. United. For once. Russia, China and USA. Their space force side by side.There is an eerie silence across the globe. Every nation has a hotline with each other. Scopes facing space are tracking the moment of an impending asteroid strike.
Xilla ClubPublished 3 years ago in FuturismPath to the Stars - The Skyhook
You can also listen this article now! Getting into space is hard. Right now, it's like going up a mountain on a unicycle with a backpack full of explosives. Incredibly slow, you can't transport a lot of stuff, and you might die. A rocket needs to reach a velocity of about 40,000 kilometers an hour to escape from the earth. To get to that speed, rockets are mostly containers for fuel with a tiny tip of payload.
Zeeshan Mushtaq LonePublished 3 years ago in FuturismElegie in Moonlight
I am twirling through space in my soon-to-be coffin. Buried alive in the worst of ways. Although, anyone who has been buried alive in the traditional sense would say their situation is worse. But to that, I would say mine is more; Because it is I who am living through it.
Everything You Know About Nature Is Wrong The Case of the Blooming Cosmos with Howard Bloom
Howard Bloom will be speaking for The Stoa “Sensemaker In Residence” series on March 15th at 6:00 PM ET. The Topic of discussion will be “Everything You know About Nature Is Wrong: The Case of the Blooming Cosmos.”
Jimmy Stars WorldPublished 3 years ago in FuturismUs Among the Stars
Angelica, I’ve thought so many times about how different my life would be if you’d died just two hours earlier. If you died in our mother’s womb, you’d be something other than my dead sister. You’d be an almost, a never-born, a near-sibling.
Jessica Blakely RutlandPublished 3 years ago in FuturismRelic
2085/1/1 [Day 1 of Expedition Omega] Payload: 0 tons steel, 0 tons scrap electronics I cannot contain my excitement. As I write this I am in my bunk onboard W.U. Skimmer, a satellite whose purpose is to use cutting edge technology to recycle debris that was left over after the first Space Corp. race. There is valuable scrap out there just waiting to be mined, and I feel lucky. I barely made it on the roster for this expedition. There were a lot of qualified candidates, but Captain Devereux took a quiet interest in me. In the expedition briefing I got the impression that he chose me because he saw some potential.
Marc CrowellPublished 3 years ago in FuturismIntertwined: The Past. The Present. The Future
What can you say about human life. It is the year 2021. Wars seem to be fought on the cyberspace. The race for control over the vacuum of space begins for human beings. while other civilizations outside of this earth, outside of this system of planets; have managed to control and manipulate matter and anti-matter combined. There is no telling what forces out there exist. And the history of time has been a blur..... till now.
elias lopezPublished 3 years ago in FuturismSpace Debris: A Worsening Problem
Ever since satellites have been launched in outer space, both opportunities and risks have increased in the various earth orbits. For more than 50 years, more than 5000 rockets have been launched carrying multiple space objects, mainly satellites into orbit. Today most of these objects are either turned backed to earth or continue to revolve in earth orbits, ultimately increasing the risks for existing and future space infrastructure in low earth- (LEO), medium earth- (MEO), and geosynchronous earth (GEO) orbits.
Omkar NikamPublished 3 years ago in FuturismMeeting on Planet Sonder
Nitre received his new lead list, powered up the work provided Erotic Dungeon 2000 and began his crusade. Sure he inherited the oldest version, but that did not reflect any sales status.
Owen BlakePublished 3 years ago in FuturismThe Delivery
Sa’li had been alone for two weeks now. The near barren rock where she was stranded had almost no traffic. And what there was, she couldn’t afford a charter, even if she was near port. The moon was smaller than her homeworld back starward. The gravity still made her uneasy. She tripped over a crack in the carved stone of the ground and lofted into a nearby wall before stumbling to her feet. The air glistened with the silicate dust she had kicked up. An incomprehensibly geometric flow of stars illuminated by the long evening sun stormed from where her hand landed on the wall.
Space Wolves
Riley found the body heading home from the desalination plant. Denim-clad legs jutted into the path from behind the crumbling block of the twenty-first century building the plant workers used as a makeshift bar. The harsh rays of daylight ensured no one was around but her. Most people on Earth didn’t have her tolerance for solar radiation. Riley, however, had spent the first eight years of her life in space—born during her dad’s ten-year rotation on a space station. There hadn’t been any ozone to shield her from radiation exposure there.
Lorena AlinePublished 3 years ago in FuturismNew Horizons
I. The first sign of intelligent life has an afro. Her clothing is made from water, rock and sand. I landed the ICP. Stella, my orange ragdoll, meowed. We stared at her and she at us. Within and without time.
Marquis D. GibsonPublished 3 years ago in Futurism