Satire
Frankenstein 2025
He pressed play on their class recording again. Melanie went first and blabbered on about some of the approved causes of the Civil War. She was nice, much nicer than most of his classmates. Live presentation and pen and paper had been Mr. Sanders answer to education’s problems, simple and effective. To be honest, Zach didn’t mind. There were two types of people who used LLM’s to do their homework: idiots and people like Zach who were too smart to be bothered, at least by his own estimation. There were better uses of his time.
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Fiction
The First Date. Top Story - June 2025.
“What did you say?” It was then that Paul realised he had no idea what he had said. In fact, he did not know what he’s been saying for the past month. Paul, like many others in the near future, had opted to receive an AI chip brain implant. Thanks to the wonders of modern science and rampant capitalism, tech companies, BrainWave Solutions in Paul’s case, for a small fee of only a couple thousand euros can implant a chip in your brain to do your thinking for you. Usually these chips focus on specific mental faculties. One type can make you fluent in Japanese within seconds. Another can give trainee pilots forty years of flight experience. But Paul, who has struggled with women for the last thirty years of his forty-six years on this Earth, opted for the Casanova 2.1.1; the dating chip.
By Conor Matthews8 months ago in Fiction
Death or Love. Content Warning.
Under the burning twilight of a kingdom falling into chaos, a lone warrior named Ean strode through a scarred battlefield. His eyes, filled with fierce resolve, mirrored the raw intensity of his spirit—a spirit that had chosen the honorable death of fighting for a dream over the lingering pain of love.
By Edge Alexander8 months ago in Fiction
Tools
Betty Miller felt the rumble in her old bones, but she felt plenty of those theses days. She ignored it and kept working. She had one of the little Roomba bots in pieces scattered across her workbench. She noticed it glitching yesterday when it brought her coffee.
By Tuesday Kuykendall8 months ago in Fiction
The Arctic Vault
The wind screamed across the barren wasteland of ice and rock as Ethan Kade stepped off the transport plane, boots sinking into permafrost. The pilot gave him a tight nod, then took off again without a word. No one wanted to linger near the Arctic Vault—not anymore.
By Esther Sun8 months ago in Fiction
Lemonade Skies
The first thing Ava noticed when she stepped off the bus was the smell of lemons. Not strong, not artificial — just faint enough to feel real. The kind of scent that danced through the summer breeze and reminded her of freedom, even if she hadn’t felt it in a long time.
By Esther Sun8 months ago in Fiction
