Sci Fi
For Freedom and Vengeance
I feel my heart plummet when Isabelle brings me to the top of the hill, like it was the final minor obstacle. We made it. “Oh Izzy,” I tell her, “you got us here.” A pat on her neck, and she whinnies softly. I’ve always wondered how well her instincts can inform her. Does she even know why we went through all that trouble, crossing seas and deserts to make it here?
By Ricky Carter5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart-Shaped Locket
It was all she had left of him; the locket he gave her; well before her planet became the barren wasteland it now was. She could still go to him by simply opening its tiny door and stepping inside. But it hurt her far too much, for she knew it was a fleeting moment. Inside this heart-shaped locket was an interactive hologram, so that she may never forget him if things ever got this bad; and clearly, they had. These days, it seemed best to forget her old life; easier somehow. Her thoughts of him quickly snapped back to reality as she heard the loud roar of a motorcycle engine. But how? The planet’s resources were well past dried up, that’s why the rest of them left. Her planet had died, and they were all to blame.
By Rosie VanSciver5 years ago in Fiction
HOME WORLD: 2240
The battle with the Tehral Federation had come as a surprise to the humans. It had been sixteen years of fair trade and open space, and then one day, it was all out war. An alien species that saw us as miniscule scum, unworthy of the planet we inhabited. The humans, had limited advanced space flight and only planetary defences such as ground mounted direct energy weapons. These were guided by deep space scanners which would fire through the atmosphere and hit ships as far away as Mars. We humans came out as the underdogs, using nuclear weapons, guerilla tactics and close earth planetary defence to fight the enemy where they were weakest. Seven billion humans on one planet and a few space stations defeated the one billion Tehrals who had advanced weaponry. That being said, they did not go down without a fight. Most recent estimates say there may only be four million humans left on earth and abroad. There was a 400 story alien ship that went down somewhere in Siberia and it blew a massive crater in the ground, rendering the surrounding two thousand kilometres, uninhabitable.
By Marc Creason5 years ago in Fiction
Source Material
These bodies, superficially human, had never witnessed a harmful bacterium. Those few that had become “sick”—a profane word amongst Pigi and the greatest shame on their Doxei keepers—had been reprocessed years ago, the economic loss recovered. What remained of the superior class’ stock now bumbled about in the low-lit holding chamber. Amid a sanitized haze, each Pigi was a shadow. A few silhouettes resembled standard homo sapiens, but most were deformed with bulging guts or over-broad torsos. Some of the Pigi spoke in half-whispers to any ear that cared to listen so near to the end. The rest simply stared at the tides of bodies, rocking to and fro as if they rode a Doxei ocean liner. All were naked, except for the scrap of folded steel surgically implanted to the base of each neck.
By James Daigler5 years ago in Fiction
The Born Identity
A smallish spider descended from the ceiling and deposited a sugar cube into the doctor’s mug with a plop. The fact that that happened probably tells you something, although don’t ask me what, I’m just a filing cabinet, I can’t even see. If you’re wondering how I know it was a spider, the stapler told me, obviously he needs to be able to see so he knows what he’s stapling. I need to be able to hear, so that they can shout ‘open drawer 2!’ and I can open drawer 2. That’s when someone walked in, and I began to transcribe and auto-file the following:
By Vincent J Prince5 years ago in Fiction
Project Harmony
I looked upon the line in front of me, a seemingly endless serpent of people converging to one singular point, one indisputable goal that united us all, a desire experienced by humanity since the beginning of civilization, one that persisted beyond its end and arose alongside a new beginning. In 2024 the world ended, it was quick, simple, predictable. Since the 1940's the world has been warned about the dangers of nuclear power, yet our greed and ambition messed with a technology designed for civilizations much more advanced than our own. In the end, it was a mistake, what that mistake was we will never know; maybe a wrong message, a rogue general with nationalistic ideals, whatever it truly killed humanity, it didn't matter. Billions died in the first wave of nuclear attacks, millions more from the ongoing nuclear winter, famine, and radiation. However, from the ashes of the old world, the future was found. They called themselves the Harmony Project. An initiative designed to build a new civilization, cradled inside massive domes, protecting the survivors from the winter and radiation. However, Harmony was anything but the freedoms of the past. Its government, behind the shadows of bureaucracy and a promise of freedom, selectively chose those who could enter the dome; the worthy admitted with the purpose of perfect reproductive capabilities and the possibility of bringing advancement to the new world, those who were not deemed worthy, however, were shunned, condemned to live in the wasteland for the rest of their miserable and short existence.
By Valentina Perez-Rojas5 years ago in Fiction
Happy Meal
You are always safe here where you can breathe. You are always safe here where you see time pass by just looking up at the sky. You are safe here, despite not having the things you used to have. You are needed here, and they do not need you. They rejected you. Years and years of breaking your back, chasing everybody's approval, achieving high test scores, dedicating your life to science and mathematics to save everyone else's; still, they deemed you not worthy. Well, we think you are. And if you were meant to be up there, you should have been. You are safe here. And you won't feel pain anymore. You will save lives—my life.
By T.M. García-Reiș5 years ago in Fiction
