Sci Fi
Digital Caretaker
Quintin sat looking out at his vista feeling bereft as usual. He knew something was missing; however he was at the great disadvantage of not knowing what that something was. He was warm, sated and rested. He wanted for nothing and he felt he had friends as good as anyone. He felt no yearning to procreate nor desire to be desired. Everything was fine, he wanted for nothing. In fact everything in his life was engineered to bring him to a state of optimal contentment. His host of automatons saw to his every need, in most cases anticipating his desires before he had them. In point of fact the vista he was currently staring at was a CG rendering designed to give him the optimal rising experience upon waking.
By Ryan Richardson5 years ago in Fiction
Cinders and Smoke
Last night I dreamt of you. You were pulling me through the smoke, helping me to find my way. I couldn’t see anything before us, the smoke hung thickly in the air, that sick yellowish grey color, almost turning a sort of brown. All I could see was the trace of your back and your hand, holding mine. Suddenly I heard a crash, as if something fell from the sky. And then the screeching began, that horrible noise that pierced our ears as we ran, as fast as we could through the smoke. But no distance could separate us from the screaming, until—
By Alice Monstera5 years ago in Fiction
Collision
He dreamed of Them. Not dreams, memories. Laying on his back among a campfire, his eyes closed, listening to Tali play her violin, knowing that Delirium, her air elemental was dancing as she played. Their lives were difficult, full of battles and terrible choices, and the peace she gave him in those moments was precious in an undefinable way.
By Crystal Storm5 years ago in Fiction
The Missing Heart
The Missing Heart The year is 2999 and the world is now a former shadow of its past while also becoming more unrecognizable day by day towards the future. Three decades prior the world was once “peaceful” to many, yet the world has been unkind to many others. Those who had enough of the unjustified balance released a virus known as the cloak. Shot into the atmosphere the virus separated the earth from the sun and moon, making the earth now into a dark world of thunderstorms and rain. Many communities became overflooded from the rain and were destroyed by the storms, yet many built establishments to last under the weather. Despite this humanity continued fighting to survive the endless storm and formed a new government called S.O.L.E: Solidifying Opportunities in the Living Equinox.
By Enlil McRae5 years ago in Fiction
Jet Black and the Escape from Culver City
Jet Black and the Escape from Culver City Starshipwriter. The asteroid didn’t have a name, only a number: a number four times as long as the locker code of the most security minded miner. The number wasn’t the product of some bureaucrat's finger strokes; it had a rationale, and was intended to specify a co-ordinate; but deep in space co-ordinates were just a bureaucratic fantasy, and to every single roughneck the number was superfluous: all they needed to know was that it was Culver City.
By Starshipwriter5 years ago in Fiction
The Trials
******** #364: Dear Diary, I don’t know why I write that every time. It’s not like you are a person, because there are no more people. This is it! Me, myself, and I. I can’t even remember what it was like to be with other people. I stare into this heart shaped locket and I know this is my mother. I remember her. I remember she took me to a place called school. She drove a car. I must remember things like cars and mothers and schools. That is why I write in this stupid book so I can remember, remember a time when other people existed, when it wasn’t just me. It has been only me for nearly a year. I don’t think there are things like mothers or schools anymore, and soon there will be no more me.
By Jade Silver5 years ago in Fiction
For everyone, with heart.
When the country reformed into the global superpower known as the Global Conglomerate LLC, the prior branches of government were allowed to continue to exist within the United States. Except for the judicial branch, the old government mostly served as a historical reference for tourists. However, executive decisions were primarily decided by the board of trustees, usually based on or around what was currently trending according to top field data analysts.
By Alex Angeln Angles5 years ago in Fiction
