Sci Fi
Micro Management
"it was only a matter of time I suppose" I thought to myself as the deafening sound of the blast door alarm rang through my head and in that moment I realized we would no longer be able to stay on the surface.. It's only been six weeks and they're here and we have nothing to stop them. Were we ready to leave and had we prepared enough to do so? What was our future in the new world and what was left outside the facility?
By Bee N Woodsy5 years ago in Fiction
Circinus
Dani stared at the red soil distorted by the layers of UV protection of the dome. The landscape looked reddish brown, but on the other side would be orange-red. They tugged their thermal suit around their shoulders and zipped the front up, closing it carefully around a heart shaped locket containing a cropped photo of their child, Corvus, from when she was nearly twelve. Her pronūntiera was scheduled for next month, and she’d already decided which pronouns she was most comfortable with.
By Morgan Schreiber5 years ago in Fiction
Zion
Tad used to be here every day, keeping all of the building's foliage dancingly alive. His lunchtime rocking chair was in my hallway within steps of my front door, just so, to catch the light which shone down through the basement window bars. Every day he rocked in that same chair whilst eating his triangle sandwiches and telling me stories of his travels. He spoke fondly of leaving for Zion. I remember the last time I saw him, he passed me casually in the laundry room and told me he was finally taking off for good tomorrow and that he hoped I got outta here soon too.
By Erika Tryon5 years ago in Fiction
The Federation
Tearing cloth was the first thing I heard when I pulled my leg through the barbed wire, then I felt the trickle of blood. Flat on my stomach and pulling myself under the razor wire, my hands were so dirty that I had to just let my leg bleed. I was more upset about my pants than my cuts anyway. We found a bunch of blue jeans in the back of a truck somewhere near Detroit. A nice pair of jeans. One of those pleasures from before the world changed. My wonderful jeans were getting shredded, and me with them.
By Will Lewis5 years ago in Fiction
Longing for peace...
August 4th, 2032. Cleveland, Ohio. As the sun rose over the cascading hills of what was once downtown Cleveland, a slight breeze blew across the barren and desolate streets. War had broken out some nearly 10 years ago leaving nothing but the wildlife alive, all say but for one man. Thomas Malborne, an engineer for the city of Cleveland for over 30 years. He was a shy man of 58 who found peace in total silence as he worked on various projects throughout the city. Waterways, electrical grids, even the city railway that was to be unveiled in 2022, he had a hand in creating and making the many of the wonders that would have made the city as vibrant as a newly lit Las Vegas. How did he survive when the radiation was looming on the horizon? A simple faraday cage, more importantly his whole house was rebuilt to withstand any natural disaster, including radiation.
By Robert Sharper5 years ago in Fiction
They
April 29, 2032 When I was growing up, the universal idea of an alien was a little gray man with a big head who visited earth in a flying saucer. Pop culture (back when there was such a thing) always depicted aliens with some sort of earthly similarities despite their otherworldly origins, simply because everything we knew about life was based on Earth. I once had a professor who was very open to the possibility of extraterrestrials despite her deep academic credentials. She brought up a very interesting point. Think about earth’s biodiversity. We live on a planet where a puppy and a centipede share the same cellular ancestry. Now think of that diversity on an extraplanetary scale. She theorized that life elsewhere in the universe would have to be so diverse that it wouldn’t even remotely resemble anything on Earth. And she couldn’t have been more right.
By RJ Reynolds5 years ago in Fiction
The View
The TV was silent now. Gone were the days of nonstop rattling about “Virus X”. Very few people survived the “Final Pandemic”. Those of us who had survived the pandemic of 2020, and I was just 2 at the time, we were warned about just such a thing, but we were still excited when they started melting Antarctic ice. When the scientists got ill, several days later, they had no idea what happened. We never blamed them. We still stand behind their amazing research into our history. We didn’t know it was what wiped out the Dinosaurs all at once. But at least now we know.
By Jessica Morrison5 years ago in Fiction
Daybreak
Whoever came up with the phrase “better safe than sorry” would need to do some real evaluating in 3056. Here in the underground, everyone plays it safe. There are many who’ve never seen the sky, surviving off of sad substitutes like daylight lamps and bottled vitamin D. The bunker keeps us fed, keeps us safe…and keeps us in the dark.
By Emmy Fischer5 years ago in Fiction
