Sci Fi
To Reach too Far
Chapter one The S.S. Coprinus The Public Relations Officer or the P.R.O. Ensign, Dave Williams from Tucson, Arizona, put a small storage drive, only five terabytes, into a video player. On his uniform sleeve were three pins. The first was the American flag. Next to that was a plain silver cross. Under those two pins was an Arizona state flag.
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
The Sun Seeker Pt 8
The courtyard was a fuzzy dappled version of itself. The boughs of the trees crisscrossing the space blocked most of the sunlight, and Jesphyr was forced to hold onto Hash's arm and let him guide her around potted plants and chairs she couldn't see.
By Anna Kringle4 years ago in Fiction
Machine Oasis
The orange fire of the dying sun baked the world into a quiet and still submission. Nothing dared move or breathe within miles in any direction. Save a single lone figure. The dust that rose with every footstep lingered in the air for but a moment, then settled back down into leftover tattered footprints. The shoes that tracked their way through the wasted desert fell apart at the seams, small tears revealing the scabbed skin beneath. A carrion bird, nearly as big as the lone figure itself, perched on a nearby rock. The scorching rays of the sun seeped into the cracks of the mind and invaded the peace of the soul. The caws of the circling birds trembled the bones. Each step squeezed the heart a little tighter. And yet, the lone figure walked on.
By Michael Demmendaal4 years ago in Fiction
The Run of Charles Emerson
The time is 4:58 am. The farce that is Charles Emerson’s alarm isn’t set to go off for another one minute and thirty-nine seconds. It was almost twenty years ago when he last heard the screeching of this alarm clock. Okay actually it has been exactly seventeen years, two months and twenty-eight days since Charles needed the thing to wake up. Accurate statistics are important to Charles Emerson no matter how trivial they may seem to others.
By K.H.A. Wassing4 years ago in Fiction
Death Fantasy *Working Fiction*
It’s been 100 years since I made the decision to become a cyborg. The world was different then. The Earth’s destruction was imminent, so an army of scientists and intellectuals from all disciplines became cyborgs in order to save the planet. We needed more time to continue our work to save the planet and the human race. Back then, the thought was to save the top brains in humanity, to increase our literal brain power and longevity. We were successful. We saved the earth and life was allowed to continue. Ironic now that the crisis to save humanity is over, I’m no longer strictly human. Ironic that we became cyborgs to buy more time, and now we have nothing but time.
By Millie Schneider4 years ago in Fiction
Generation Xmas
This is a nightmare. It's spreading like a virus through the ship's first generation. I look at their faces in the classroom, all these bright faces, normally so studious, now filled with childish wonder and confusion at the thought of this ridiculous lie. I almost wish it were a virus, something I could deal with, control.
By Sonia Shrestha 4 years ago in Fiction
