Sci Fi
Plastic
He was walking along the Atlantic coast one evening. The weather was fair, as it always is now, never changing. He spends his evenings scouring the coast for small pieces of plastic. How hilarious it is, he thought to himself, that just 200 years ago people discarded plastic waste as if it had no value. If they only knew then that they were holding a substance so valuable it would become the dominant form of future currency. There’s only one way to make plastic, and that’s oil, and oil has been gone since before my time. They wasted it all literally lighting it on fire. If they only know burning it was the most inefficient way possible to utilize the energy contained within. These days a plastic bottle cap is a wage for a day, a whole bottle, a week. It’s the energy inside that matters, ha, matter, a pun. Like ambergris and seaglass of old, the beach has become the stomping grounds of treasure hunters, hoping to capitalize on the carelessness of the last 10 generations.
By Dustin Marmalich5 years ago in Fiction
Cry of the Planet
Written witness account of Doctor Zachary Grant, 2182 -2202 It came from the depths of space. An amalgamation of ash, flesh and steel; A creature of such size and horror had never been seen before in the Earth’s history. A Neptune-sized mass of tentacles and bulbous flesh, backed by steel and coated in stardust appeared on the horizon. It was as if the creature knew when to strike – the recent disassembly of the International Space Station and ongoing repairs of the Hubble Space Telescope had left us in a much more vulnerable position then we possibly could have known. While the Earth’s inhabitants scrambled in horror, the looming monstrosity latched on to our humbled planet, it’s appendages causing unimaginable devastation.
By Ryan Meier5 years ago in Fiction
Something of Value
Hope gazed out at the eerie black water. Gentle waves were crashing against the shore. The elders liked to talk about how it was before. How there was nothing left. But nothing was too empty a word for what surrounded her. There were plants, but they were dead. There was land, although much of it was under the water now. There were animals, but they were few. There were people, but they were dying.
By Ida Stokbaek5 years ago in Fiction
Wrong Password
Have you ever driven over the ocean? It’ s something else. The two-lane skyway before us went on and on. When we left Huntington Beach the road was some sixty to seventy feet above the ocean as it departed the edge of the continent. Now, two hours into our four hour drive west over the great Pacific Ocean, we must have been over three-hundred feet above the rocking mass of water. Swells surged beneath us, waves collided into each other. We drove past billboard after billboard, advertisements in numbers that paralleled the norm we were used to. Every so often, large digital numbers flashed on them simultaneously, telling us how long until disaster struck.
By Stephen Franco5 years ago in Fiction
Legend of the Last Journal
This may be the last thing anyone ever hears from me. I heard their screams…. It was terrifying. My family, friends, neighbors… They’re all gone. Everyone became sick and what we thought was a cure, several years later, became the worst virus the world had ever seen.
By Aaron Hoskins5 years ago in Fiction
The One True Love Program
Dear Harriet, Congratulations on your 21st Birthday. You are hereby invited to take part in the One True Love program. As you may already know, OTL is a free service that finds your perfect match in life and love – backed by the nation’s top scientists and CityWatch® technology.
By Casey Ormond5 years ago in Fiction
Respite
Abraham held the heart-shaped locket in his hand. He was certain it once had a vibrant color, but the mixture of time, dust, and bloodshed had long ago caused that shine to disappear. He didn’t open the locket that hung around his neck. He knew better than to do so without a reason. There was almost no time for sentiment in the new world, but even less time for it outside the walls of Respite. Still, sometimes, Abraham felt the need to hold the keepsake in his hand. He hadn’t opened it in ages.
By Timothy Morris5 years ago in Fiction
Only Happy Thoughts
When the product launched, everyone just took it for yet another cutesy gadget craze from Japan or maybe South Korea. Who else would come up with a heart-shaped light-up locket that monitors your biometric response as you explore the never-ending scroll, then automatically selects an emoticon that best represents your comment-reaction to any social post you happen to dwell upon.
By Folklore Futures5 years ago in Fiction
