Sci Fi
Plutacracy
Bradley sat facing out the window of his office watching the sun rise in the mirrored windows of the other downtown buildings going over everything in his head. He had gained success beyond measure and had become a well-known and well respected figure of the world. His most recent project, the development and implementation of the bio-tower, had awarded him the Nobel Peace Prize; which he was to receive in a special ceremony later today. His other work, private work, was his secret weapon for taking control. He had created, what he called, the bionic-human and the botic-double. Advanced A.I. that could function just like a human or take the place of a human. Everyone that worked for him was one of the two. They were the last things he trusted and took precautions to make sure he could.
By Derrick L Coleman4 years ago in Fiction
Spelville
On this day of stifling air, when just a few clouds were hung in the distant sky, in ghostly puffs and spires, the uncontrolled jungles of growth along Beacon Trail Avenue looked beaten and submissive. On the property that once had belonged to a wealthy family named Morris, but now was lived upon by a woman who was named Nicole Pearson, there waited an aging pony. Because of anticipated toil in the blistering sun, it hung its head, weak, and surly, trapped in heavy harness, before a lumbering wagon, with a galvanized water tank in the bed. Unsympathetic Nicole wielded a switch that the diminutive pony knew well. It hunkered down, dreading the whipping it fully expected to endure. For, Nicole sometimes applied the biting lash across its shoulders with unprovoked viciousness. Today, such a beating did not right away come. Those aching legs finally moved when the human took a firm hand to the harness and led it on the path to the river.
By Charles Turner4 years ago in Fiction
The Inner Silence:
I used to hear them talking about me. I guess you could say they were spirits, or angels, or something. As I got older I ignored the voices. They went away eventually as I sat in my small room reading my science fiction books and fantasy books. I couldn’t get enough of those books until something strange happened--I got a hold of a book on spirituality and shamanism. I was very young.
By Om Prakash John Gilmore4 years ago in Fiction
Symbiote
Andi loved the beach. That's why they went. The undead of winter: skin-shearing wind, rain like small-caliber bullets—it didn't matter. The sound of the surf in all its ferocious brown froth and sharp-edged waves didn't deter them from a walk on the flat, depopulated expanse of sand and sodden vegetation. She felt the lure of the shells, or what was left of them. Miles and miles of mangled exoskeleton. The charm had no effect on Charlie. But it was the space she occupied and was therefore where he had to be.
By Josh Langston4 years ago in Fiction
Hiding from the Moon's Lake
I am only afraid of the dark because of you. You always change your size and the way you look. Even your smile is a sham. The stars are faraway suns. I want the Sun. I do not want you. The Sun is warm and very hot. You are always cold and full of holes. You are like perpetual acne. I refuse to look at you. At least I can easily avoid you when the Sun is shining. But I know that you are still there, waiting like a COVID patient, like death incarnate.
By Patrick M. Ohana4 years ago in Fiction
Bar at the End of the World
We get all different types coming through here. It’s one of the only places for miles where someone won’t shoot you on sight for touching their land. There’s always a fine layer of dust settled on the bar and chairs no matter how many times I clean it. Some of the windows have broken panes only covered by a bit of cloth. Before it would have been the kind of place that people avoided, but standards have gotten pretty low in the last decade.
By Breahna Lesemann4 years ago in Fiction
Live Reading: Chapter 8
So ya, I did a live reading from my book The Ridiculous Adventures of Serbinand! This was part of a Facdebook Live show that I was invited onto to share a bit about me, my book, the motivation behind it and… to do a little reading from the story!
By Jeffrey Kippel4 years ago in Fiction
Reducible Ever After
Capture Technology, or “consciousness capturing,” was realized just in time. The planet having been in a constant state of crisis, with storms reaching epidemics of both frequency and proportion, with wildfires on the verge of consuming entire states, with widespread hunger and overpopulation pairing with constant mutations of CORONA and the more recent ‘superbug,’ AXE-9, few saw the coup de grace coming out of the ingenuities incited by the energy crisis. Ironically, the death knell comes from losing control of what was meant to be the cleanest, most promising advancement in energy production ever, the long sought fusion reactor. Facing any loss of control, it was supposed to safely shut itself down.
By Nick Jameson4 years ago in Fiction
Simon
Josiah Shark had been beaten by a girl; and the youngest member of Teen Justice. Dr. Ivan Eclipso (M[aster of] D[ark]) had enlisted help for his mission; and STILL lost to a member of Teen Justice who had sent both he AND Zoe Stollin (The Living Lazer) packing. “Doctor” Luthor Vanderice had been dickering in a war of words with a Teen Justice advocate; just before losing an actual fight to his girlfriend.
By Kent Brindley4 years ago in Fiction
