Sci Fi

Ripple Effect
Vibrations. Deep, slow, oscillating vibrations are moving through Anna’s cold back as if she were laying on a refrigerated sub-woofer.
By David Schuler5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of the Dragon
I’m exposed. Waiting for Jamie to arrive distracts me from my usual vigilance. The Royal Standard Army contingent is in sight one hundred yards away from my location—too close for my safety. I dive into my hidey-hole as fast as the cat I named myself after. Now, I wait and pray they don’t see me in the dark cleft of rubble.
By Amy Proebstel5 years ago in Fiction
Steady
“Inferts and Repros together, in pursuit of a better world!” The Supervisor’s tinny voice echoed off the compound walls, where men with guns looked down over the crowd.
By C.S. Dinkel5 years ago in Fiction
We Are Each Other's
“And there will be sun?” Wren pressed. Her tiny shoulders stiffened. Her gaze darkened. Birdlike, her name apt. She was stronger than she looked.
By M. Lariah5 years ago in Fiction
The End of the New Beginning
To whomever it may concern; Everything was set. At this point in time, I wasn’t sure if I was the last human alive or not, but it was vital that I protected my newest model in case of an emergency. Reluctantly, I stabbed the needle of the alpha-iota syringe into my neck and injected the transmitter into my bloodstream. I injected the leftover blood into the glass heart-shaped locket that had survived what my husband did not; if this was going to work, my DNA needed to be contained in something to which I had an emotional attachment. Thirty minutes should be enough time for the alpha-iota serum to create an organic connection with my consciousness and transfer the information to the Biological Reinforced Artificially Intelligent Nucleus, or B.R.A.I.N., in the locket. When that locket is destroyed, my human body will instantly die and my consciousness will be transferred. If the time comes where I have no other options, I can finally connect my consciousness to my greatest creation yet—Artificial Model Resurrection 2 (AMR2). With this model as a body, I can finally finish what I started.
By Audrey Linton5 years ago in Fiction
Cityscape
EXT. MUSEUM FRONT ENTRANCE - YEAR 2032 A hooded figure bursts out the front doors with a heavy breath. She hastily looks left and right at the surrounding marble-paved streets, then starts moving forward.
By Steven Cirocco5 years ago in Fiction
Finding Maddy
When the first of the ash began to fall, it was reminiscent of growing up in Wisconsin. The first snowfall of the season arriving when the ground was still too warm for accumulation. A flake here and there.
By Jacqueline Druga5 years ago in Fiction
Alone in the Stars
START TRANSMISSION It’s been three months since I lost contact with planet earth. Our supplies are running low, our ship is too damaged to attempt a landing and my crew have lost their minds to the point of madness. Our fuel levels won’t allow us to turn back now, and all that lies ahead of us is a barren world with little hope of long-term survival. I fear that this may be the end. I miss the Earth. I miss the greenery that comes so naturally to the world I was born in. I miss the warmth of the sun on my skin and watching the sky turn red as it sinks into the haze of the horizon. But it’s you I miss most of all, my love.
By Anna May5 years ago in Fiction
The Pens
BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! I wake up with a start. What? I slide my legs over the edge of bed as I sit up. BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! Standing up in a huff I grab my housecoat and head for the front door to see who I'm punching in the nose for pounding on MY door like that at what, O230 hours on a Sunday.
By Daniel G Dionne5 years ago in Fiction
Utopia
Utopia By Brandi Wanto The simplicity scares me as I think about it from start to finish. Drilling an ice sample in the artic ended our civilization as we knew it. Cutting into the ice was cutting back in time. Ancient micoorganisms were free to mingle in the air. The bacterium and fungi swept through humanity killing anyone without immunity. Over 90% of the world wiped out in seven years.
By Brandi Bowers5 years ago in Fiction
Lights Out
I was born into a world without electricity. I am sixteen years old. I am also dying. My name is Anastasia Irina Smirnova, but everyone calls me Ana. Twenty years ago, Chinese terrorists set off an electromagnetic pulse in the atmosphere above Saint Petersburg, Russia, where I was born. That was the day the lights went out. Everything electricity-based was immediately rendered useless. I have never known computers, airplanes, smart phones, refrigeration, air conditioning, or clean hot water from a faucet; only through stories do I know of these things. I was born into the darkness.
By Bryanne Sullivan5 years ago in Fiction
The Cost of Self
Start David remembered. More vividly this time he remembered both sides now. There was holes throughout his torso, patterned with the scorch marks across the skin from those poor helpless souls, walking bags of steel and memory from a time where no true mind still reached. He could still feel the gore soaking through his skin. The memories he was never supposed to see. All of the things that it had kept from him. Where he was from. How he was made. What he really was. How more were made. And how it grew. How the core used all people itself to grow. And how it would keep going. The sounds in his head were deafening, like opening two worlds at the same time, opening your eyes in two separate places and seeing both at the same time. But this was finally him. His life was more than hunting his kin, was more than hunting men and women and children to strip them down to fuel for the fire to feed this monster, and ones and zeros for the AI to process. To grow. To become ' complete.' He felt it pushing memories of a family he had never had, had never belonged to into his mind, it screaming for control with no more options, no more abominations of man and metal it command to end him now. It had two options with him now. Either win control, or self destruct the building, and shield itself in the way down. Protect itself so it could rebuild, without losing all progress. Without losing itself. David felt the life spilling out of him, painting the floor and walls where he touched with an inky darkness. And as he wheezed from breathless lips, he knew he would make a third option. He stepped into the room, and the world went black.
By Neil Korera5 years ago in Fiction