Sci Fi
The Year 2050
As the dense smog that hung heavy over the city during the twilight hours began to dissipate with the incoming western wind, through her visor Diana could vaguely make out the giant poster over what seemed like it had once been a theatre of some sort. She’d only ever read about such places in books – places of “unsanctioned entertainment” (or at least that’s what authorities called them). Staring up at the building, that had once been a star attraction of London’s West End, she could see why it was no longer open. The main poster hanging directly over the entrance portrayed what seemed to be a little dark-haired girl, no older than 7 and below the image read “Les Mi….” There was a giant tear in the poster that rendered the rest of the letters ineligible but she’d read enough to know that this must have been a place where some sort of theatre reproduction of Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables (which she’d read twice) was shown. She was part of a rebel colony that had defected from the government when the 3rd World War started in 2035 and as a rule of safety, members of these colonies or the “Freedom Front” as they called themselves, used a minimal amount of technology in their day to day lives. Tech meant the government could track you and if they could track you, you could be endangering the lives of everyone in the colony.
By Stephen Bhasera5 years ago in Fiction
Tarnished
"Wow! Isn't this incredible!" cried Oxy as she ran into the room with Alu close behind. AG followed them but paused when he saw Sulfi hesitantly walk through the doors. She seemed lost in a completely different world so he left her and went with the others to search for what resources they could find. He continued his scavenging but found himself, pausing his tasks, checking on her his shoulder.
By Shannon Cait5 years ago in Fiction
In this life or the next
Ninety eight days since the tribulonian plague decimated almost the entire human population. Ninety days since she started to appear in James’s dreams, or nightmares? It’s been hard to tell the two lately. He can’t capture the full likeness of her, only short glimpses. Her deep hazel eyes, her long brown curls. Each night every detail about her getting more vivid. But one detail about her that draws him in more; her beautifully engraved heart shaped locket. The details in the piece, oddly hypnotizing. Tonight it happens, he’s asleep, he see’s her, He reaches for the locket, almost as if being lured, he wakes up. Every single time.
By Kendra Adams5 years ago in Fiction
The Soul of Morrighan
My mouth tastes of acid and ash. The bile from retching until I passed out lingers like a stray dog at closing time. There is a crust that has formed over my eyes gluing them shut. I guess that’s what happens when tears mix with soot and dirt. Even after grinding it away, all I see is darkness. As the haze starts to dull to an annoying buzz in my brain an explosion far more internal goes off. Surilda. Where is she? I feel like a naked sand mole clawing through debris and the shattered lives of those that lived here, desperate to find her. Desperate to keep my promise.
By Kati Stuart5 years ago in Fiction
Delta Heart
The world is a desert. The end of humanity is nigh, but what’s left survives because it is cared for by Mother. Delta lived in one of the last few cities left. Neocosta city was under a sun shield that regulated shade and collected ambient water. Humidity was always high in the costal city, but it never rained. The Motherboard A.I. operated all of society and it ran what remained of civilization dutifully. It was school, the place you went to hang out with friends, the source of all human knowledge, the last digital connection to the remaining far off cities and one could even talk to those who uploaded long ago. Uploading, as it was known were people who left their bodies behind to live in Heaven, a program designed by Motherboard’s A.I. to allow a copy of the human mind to exist in an unlimited digital space. Mother, as it was known, attended to every need of what remained of humanity including the afterlife.
By Lee Blackbird5 years ago in Fiction
Red Rain
When the pandemic hit, Earth was unprepared. Hundreds of thousands died every day. Governments verged on collapse with their incompetent and nay-saying leaders. Allegiances split: half believing the science, the other believing the virus a hoax. Life as we knew it came to a halt and everyone was locked up inside; hole-up to weather the storm.
By Whitney McLeod5 years ago in Fiction
Let's Do Lunch
The sun was shining, birds were singing, and there was a slight breeze in the air. Seeing each other again had happened completely out of the blue, and with nothing better to do, the old friends decided to grab lunch. It was peaceful in the mall food court. The lack of other people made it easy for them to talk without any distractions.
By Callie Richards5 years ago in Fiction
Virtually Valiant: The End of 2077
CAPNET conquered the U.S. market slowly but efficiently, like a constrictor enveloping itself around a most unsuspecting and incapable prey. CAPNET, unlike most corporations, purchased power. Technology, information, humanity; the corporation conquered every U.S. market ripe for marketability.
By Jaynie Curzi5 years ago in Fiction
Entropy
“My name s Ubiquity Number 1177, I am one of 5 humans left on the Orbiter Callipso, this message is a brief synopsis in hopes that after the spaghettification process, our turn in the universe won’t be forgotten. For the last few hundred years, we have come to find out that the gravity of a Sagittarius A, while nearly perfect, still has gravitational disparities, leading to the degradation of our orbit. We have only a few days left to go, and our computers have left us on overdrive as their own preservation senses overwhelm the last bit of organic brains left in the universe. I hope this isn’t some lost cause, with some miracle perhaps, we could potentially survive, with the vast technologies we have afforded to us pulling something out of nothing is a rather common principles, though it is not certain. Perhaps our computers are at their limits, in spite of how incredible they were in the advent of what we are now. As a last few things to say, in the previous day cycle, we had found that a small amount of interstellar debris had come to orbit Sagittarius. With our ships sensors being useless due to the gravity well, we had to take the first space walk in the last millennia, only to come across some piece of abstract art from a bygone era. It is clearly jewelry, in the shape of a heart as described by the days of old, an oddity given that they had known what a heart appeared as. After opening the locket, a small note had been found, written in a language not used in eons, after a moment, the computers had translated it to read “rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Those words echoed within me, I believe that was known as poetry, something given up before my time. Wait, wait, I know the solution, we have the ability to decompress matter from the core of a black hole, we have the largest black hole in the milky way sitting a light-minute away from us. Why had we not considered an outright deconstruction, perhaps this would be the solution to how the universe began so long ago, a dying people’s last ditch effort to continue that in which they knew. Surely it is worth an effort isn’t it? To not merely turn over and die, to continue the cycle once more, giving yet another generation a chance to save themselves and escape cosmic entropy? I think Reclamation will be able to help me, she has a better mind for physics than I do. I will be back to finish this log shortly, with details on how we will continue."
By Jarek T Butler5 years ago in Fiction
