Sci Fi
Humanity Persists
1 Ithas sat at his console and sighed. Looking around his room there was little to be desired. This spartan living arrangement was common for most of humanity now. Designed for efficiency and minimalism, the walls were a dull metallic color. The only decorations he had was a star chart, and one window that looked out to space. This port hole pointed which ever way the rotating station decided. For a view: a glimpse of Jupiter, or one of its many moons, or just darkness. Ithas was a nobody. Just a cog in the corporate machine. He was a programmer and inventor at heart, but that wasn't what paid the bills. Ithas smiled to himself and thought out loud,
By Everett Scaife4 years ago in Fiction
The Sun Seeker
“Beside the trickling water of the sacred fountains, wrapped in the soft, cool light of the moon, Did Cicera and Artem meet. It was a love unknown to one, unsought by the other, and forbidden to both; For he was a Trium Prince, destined to uphold the Light of Solem, and Cicera a wandering Child of Lore.”
By Anna Kringle4 years ago in Fiction
Transtime
Levinson didn’t see why the physics department needed to have a social media presence at all. Their new device, the Magnetic Absolute Laser Collider Organon Linear Machine, or MALCOLM, would create a flashy light show that was incidental to its actual function. The department chair thought it would spur interest. Levinson had already explained why streaming its first ever use was hubris, it was more likely to be a damp squib than work properly. The best case scenario would be some fleeting praise from science websites.
By Buck Hardcastle4 years ago in Fiction
Trusting a Stranger on the Path to Freedom
It's 2250. Planes, cars, boats, have somewhat all become obsolete. The only thing you need is to settle yourself on your couch, put on your headset and make sure your tubes are plugged in. Most people become glued to their couches when they're not out working. I don't blame them. You get home from work, get settled and virtually transport yourself to Italy and feel as if you're eating a delicious pizza or pasta. Once you get the taste of the virtual reality experience, there's no desire for anything else, no reason to travel anywhere in real life. Not that you could anyways. I don't know anyone who's left The Square and came back. Those who leave risk their life and know they cannot return. Although these people often didn't leave to see more of the world. They left because they didn't want to live in a brainwashed society.
By Leona Françoise Caanen4 years ago in Fiction
Lake New
The lake hadn’t been there when Paul’s grandfather was a child. This wasn’t saying much, though – changing waterlines had been a fact of life for years when he was born. Despite constant raise, mangrove trees grew aplenty. Newer trees by the swampy edges held up their lush canopies on labyrinths of stilts; unfortunate older trees had drowned, leaving behind tangles of dead wood. But even those played host to life, and Paul counted dozens of ibises and mud-coloured crabs among their wrecks.
By R.M. Beristáin4 years ago in Fiction
My First Day of School
I was one of the fortunate ones. I still had my mother, or at least a version of her. She wasn’t the warm, fuzzy funny person I remembered from my Kindergarten days; however, she still looked the same…except the eyes. Her eyes scared me now. They were glassy, vacant, and totally black. But she was still with me at least. Most of the children stood alone, or in small, huddled groups being herded towards the big glass door by their robotic minders.
By Gillian Lesley Scott4 years ago in Fiction
