Sci Fi
Was she always her?
By public AirLite it took exactly 42 minutes longer to get to the Geneticist Practitioner across the city than if I had gone to our family geneticist, Doctor Zfar, a couple of blocks away. Having been our family’s Geneticist for three generations, she knew my family intimately, my mom was a close friend helping her open her second practice on the Northside.
By Willa Alford5 years ago in Fiction
HEART shaped memories
Everybody else cried when the memorians came. I was no different. Within three short days these battle broken aliens killed every piece of physical memories. Every photograph, every website, everything. Now we’ve been living the past several years without it. They potrol the streets with vacant hearts and shrivelled minds. Kicking at our collective corpses. Anyone left found with any physical piece of memory or sentimental value was stripped, stoned and killed. A select few humans were given guide towards championship. They were given the sick privileges of hunting there fellow men. Killing anyone with any form of object nostalgia. I was afraid at first, then I was angry. Now I’m just scared.
By Cameron savoie5 years ago in Fiction
Nano Crisis
Earl sat in a rocking chair near the fireplace savoring the first cup of real coffee he had in over a year. He couldn’t believe his luck having found the nearly full canister sitting near the back of a cupboard in a half-ruined house. It had been a stroke of luck to even happen upon the place. These days rummaging around in old houses was a good way to get killed, or worse. Most sane people avoided old neighborhoods and suburban areas. Looking at the canister sitting on the small wooden table next to the fireplace, he read the label aloud “Northern Best Premium Coffee.” It was one of those generic store brands. He chuckled to himself, before the “nanos” had come he would have turned his nose up at cheap coffee like this. Now, it was a treasure to have coffee at all, let alone the real stuff. Anymore the best you could hope to come across was the freeze-dried stuff. The occasional packet of instant latte was a rare treat, but REAL coffee! His mind reeled at the value of something as simple as a can of coffee. He could easily trade it for a months’ worth of supplies. Or just exchange it for a few boxes of ammo, several batteries, and a case of liquor.
By Shanehar Allmighty5 years ago in Fiction
The Passage
The world has been a very different place since the advent of teleportation. It was first discovered before I was born, but as far as I'm aware, it was almost sold as a novelty, as a way of sending each other real objects in real time. Almost everyone would have some sort of small teleportation device, often made to be concealed inside of something else, often inside of a small case. These teleports quickly developed the name 'Passages', which is now what they are known as. Of course, humans being humans, we always wanted to create a bigger and better Passage, and of course, we found a way.
By Luke Pudney 5 years ago in Fiction
The Lucid and What Dreams May Come
They called it The Lucid. Experts and scientists tried to explain it away as a mass psychogenetic illness, pointing to the dancing plague of 1518 as an example of a similar stress induced mass hysteria. But what I experienced following the event suggests something far darker, the implications of which terrify me. I hesitate to even put the words to paper, for I have seen something that suggests that what is shown to us as reality, as humanity, is false.
By Simon Johnston5 years ago in Fiction
Machine Daughter 2042
Everything was to be muted and smooth there. Mundane shades of olive and mustard adorned the furniture and its knobs. Every edge was rounded. It was said that we all needed the protection. Only smooth things could exist. Jagged or rough edges were banned. Nothing could be short of perfection. Lights were kept dim. No personal pictures or radios were allowed anywhere. Low hums and beeps were to be the only sounds. Only soft murmurs could be uttered. No shrieks, yelps, or laughter were to be released. The small ones were taken to a type of learning center. This is where the world’s information would be held. DigiPosters were only kept in the commune library. Human history had been dwindled down to 35 books and 12 Real Time sepia toned DigiPosters. And though things were so very dismal somehow I was able to keep our life bright and vibrant. Her name was Asuka and though she was not my daughter and simply assigned to me because of her brain activity, I cared for her with everything in me. Therefore, I could not remain here either.
By Andrea Eddings5 years ago in Fiction
Raki Is In Timeout
Raki usually disliked being in timeout. No one else went to timeout, and she thought that horribly unfair. Along with the beatings for whenever Mother or Father or Auntie or Uncle or one of her many cousins got angry, or how she got only the leftovers from the rations once the Lords and Ladies shared their wealth with the Commoners, and when she had to sleep outside as lookout every night, all added to the unfairness of her life.
By Zserilyn Finney 5 years ago in Fiction
