Sci Fi

The Halazia Chronicles
The warehouse always felt softest at dusk. Someone had propped the big rolling door halfway open, just enough to let in a stripe of orange light that cut across the concrete and turned the drifting dust motes into slow-falling stars.
By Guia Noconabout a month ago in Fiction
All The World. Content Warning.
“The theatre, the theatre, what has happened to the theatre?” - Danny Kaye, “Choreography,” White Christmas 1954 -0- Legend had it that the performance I observed was the first ever recorded with omni-directional camera technology. It would go a ways to explain why the actors always held a prop of some kind. And showing true ingenuity, each prop was meticulously chosen to fit each character. Nothing ever held in their hand, or gestured with in emphasis could be called anachronistic or unfitting.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a month ago in Fiction
like Death eating a cracker
Crumbs. That’s how it always starts. Hansel and Gretel trying to backtrack their way home. Except these are binary breadcrumbs. Bits and bytes strewn unevenly through the program. Through nearly fifty-nine million lines of code. How do you follow that?
By majokiabout a month ago in Fiction
Dismal Nitch
Every galaxy has its Dismal Nitch. Every member of the Expeditionary Force knows that, yet Wuten, even with her many cycles of service, had never seen a planet quite like this. It was literally raining vermin. Shiskovny had christened the gliding spider-like critters dismites and dubbed their nagging bites nitch itch.
By majokiabout a month ago in Fiction
thin places
“Think thinly, my daughter,” the mother counseled as they approached the verge. A few steps ahead, her daughter did not look back, did not break stride.
By majokiabout a month ago in Fiction
Snarge
What do you think we hit, Captain? Can’t say. We went through the critters pretty fast. I’ve never seen anything quite like that flock: multicolored, almost metallic, circling in a protective formation. Very strange. We’ll have to wait until the techs evaluate the snarge when we warp back to base.
By majokiabout a month ago in Fiction
The Threshold of Then
Elara found the door on a day when her present felt particularly thin. The maple tree at the edge of her property was ancient, its bark a geography of ridges and valleys. Today, in the low, slanting light of October, she saw the lines she’d always taken for natural cracks had formed a perfect rectangle. And within that rectangle, someone had long ago painted a simple, weathered green door, complete with a tiny brass knob that was just flecks of ochre paint.
By Habibullahabout a month ago in Fiction
THE TAIL OF TWO LIES: WHY IS THE HIGH-RES DATA FROM 3I/ATLAS BEING DELAYED?
The "Official" Leaks As the calendar creeps toward December 19—the date the interstellar object 3I/ATLAS makes its closest and most critical pass by Earth—the frantic activity at the world’s space agencies has reached a fever pitch. NASA and the European Space Agency (ESA) have just released a fresh batch of images. On the surface, these photos are presented as triumphs of science, confirming the object’s trajectory as it speeds through our celestial neighborhood.
By Wellova about a month ago in Fiction
The New Puppet Master
“How…how do you even know about your powers?” Elon stuttered. “I know myself very well. Call it a benefit of the ‘woke virus.’” Vivian smirked. “You have two choices: do as I say or die.”
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a month ago in Fiction
a sense of obligation
A man said to the universe: “Sir, I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.” - Stephen Crane
By majokiabout a month ago in Fiction
Good Old Crimes
That frozen day, the father glowered at his son hunched over the laptop in the kitchen. “This is no way to earn a living.” The teenager leaned further into his screen dancing with code.
By majokiabout a month ago in Fiction
THE VILLAGE THAT SHOULD NOT EXIST
Sometimes the strangest mysteries don’t come from legends, old books, or lost diaries. Sometimes they come from satellites quietly orbiting Earth at 17,000 miles per hour — cameras clicking, grids updating, pixels shifting.
By The Insight Ledger about a month ago in Fiction