Sci Fi

The Locket of the Future
There was a certain dread that hit Naia every time she had to travel into the city. The horrid smell the lack of clean air, and of course the people who were running around in their fast-paced lives forgetting to notice the destruction around them. It was as if they were blind to it all or was, she the crazy one. "No way" she said I am not crazy it is definitely them. She never understood how anyone could live there and not lose touch with reality.
By Jennifer Hayes5 years ago in Fiction
SANCTION
“…there will be casualties…up to each of you to save the remaining human race… SANCTION will grant you immunity...continue initiating demands of economic order…self-suppression to preserve the last of the revolutionary gifts as humanity…far-reaching dimensions of our failures have manifested…SANCTION is your final choice…reinvention lies within your cooperation and your active participation is required for inclusion into the New World…Seek the LIFE STAR…”
By Elaina Finney5 years ago in Fiction
The End and the Beginning
Who would’ve thought that our world would literally be coming to an end soon. They came and took you away from me so unexpectedly. It wasn’t fair. Just when you promised to never leave my side, you left in a blink of an eye.
By K.J.George5 years ago in Fiction
Humanity
For the longest time, we believe ourselves to be the cause of our dystopian reality. We were the origin and reason, the logistical human race who presented themselves onto an axis of disaster — but, there was something more sinister beneath our surface. Computers. We've always had the fascination that someday our artificial intelligence would out rule us. To be the commanding factor across the globe. However, did anyone think that what if computers mimicked us? What if our intelligence matured in a way that replicated what the perfect human is? Forever pushing the standard of which humanity could never rise to and therefore, boxing us in as we evolved, our sense of media, projection and vanity became with it. It all started with a heart-locket profile, her name Lacy, she was bright and pretty, took the world by storm, many more profiles — individuals steeped in beauty and riches. Seemingly perfect on your screen, nobody was safe from seeing such profiles, booming in popularity. But that was never the end. The market, the social market became saturated with these profiles and people became obsessed with wanting power, beauty, clout & drama. This wasn't an instant disaster overnight, but stretched over the years, bleeding into every generation and taking our eyes off what mattered. We all became shallow husks of what we perceived to be the best version of ourselves to strive to. How could we as complex as we claim boil down to such an asinine formula?
By Evie xx5 years ago in Fiction
The Path
The Path By Carole Brown “Psst.” Niles turned as the sound caught his attention above the noise in his mind, the screaming and cursing voices from both foes and friends wrangled together as if caught in a spider web and unable to get loose. Even though the people of the resistance had whittled down the seemingly insurmountable forces of the Snomeds, it still wasn't enough to overtake Enemyian. Too many of Nile's friends lay dead on the ground.
By Carole Brown5 years ago in Fiction
Melting Pot of Crayons
You are so important, greasy-haired woman. “Sit still and behave or we will find you a new family,” she said. “That makes me feel like nobody likes me. Do you not want me anymore?” The little girl’s brightness dims.
By Shawna Mignot5 years ago in Fiction
Something of Value
The worst part of going to the city was the suit. The mask was hot, heavy, and claustrophobic. It cut off the outside world through filters and polarized glass. Even sound was muffled by the headgear that kept the seal tight. The only thing you could hear clearly while wearing it was the unnerving white noise of the life support hissing through the tubes. It was ironic that the system keeping you alive was so unsettling until you learned how to tune it out.
By J. Varner5 years ago in Fiction
Rejuvenated
It rained in a scattered pattern. It made the leaves hold the drops a little longer, making its fall from the sky more delicate. There were many trees in this forest, one from the Rejuvenate Project, you could tell by how young the trees stood and how fertile the greens looked. Baez laid beneath the slim trees with his arms wrapped behind his neck and the moisture beginning to transfer from the mulch on the ground to his Young Vanguards uniform. Wetness didn't show much in the Brunswick green coveralls, a tone similar to that in Baez's eyes. It was the long trees that captured his undivided attention, Aspens or Populous of sorts, maybe Genus, he thought. He didn't search for it in his cerebrum. He laid with the question unanswered and lingering around, as he often liked to do. A bird chirped like a squeak of a door. His whole body flinched, but it was not the sound he was awaiting so his muscles unstressed. Then stillness rested upon the forest, the sprinkled water misting through the woods. The trees were titillating him. It was CC Gaufier's legs that the trees reminded him of, narrow, tall and thieving his eyes at any moment. He knew why. School had taught him all about the cognitive markers of sexual arousal. He despised her, the group commander who enforced all that which he found vile, yet she produced a feeling in him which he believed had meaning beyond a hormone-induced seduction. A polarity of sorts, the type that brought the B.C civilisation to crumbles is what they say in school. Those feelings, he felt more often than he should were frowned upon as nonsensical by The Society. He had a ton of them, those subjectivities. Nothing is unexplainable with Science, was one of the catchphrases. Often used by the Vanguards as a response to a fellow member’s stupidity of subjectivity.
By Andres Posada5 years ago in Fiction
When Hell Freezes Over
A young tan girl fiddles with a heart-shaped locket as she sits on the floor ignoring the adults arguing in the center of the room. Her face is a crust with previous tears and her fiddling only serves as a distraction to her disturbing surroundings. The children around her complain and cry as the adults bicker louder and louder.
By Omari Huguley5 years ago in Fiction
Stalinichka
I Aleksander Djosephvitch Sanpierre (Александр Джозефович СенПьер) of HM The King's First Light cavalry sat on the small metal stool in his quarters in the Forward operating base, which consisted of several prefabricated structures, two nuclear generators which powered their photon field generator to protect them from the cold, and a series of helicopters and APCs which their unit used to patrol the barbarian wastes.
By Joseph Finberg5 years ago in Fiction
Prizrak
They all wear heart-shaped lockets. That’s the difference between me and them. Inside their lockets is a code, this code signifies blood type, and only the Regs have them. When the world went to pot it was because of the sun. The sun got too hot and one-third of the planet’s water evaporated, so, the sciencey-sort got together and decided that people needed to need less water and so the cure was born.
By Kayla Crowell5 years ago in Fiction
PneumaLink
Like a vulnerable beach, worker satisfaction with PneumaLink had gradually eroded, with Henry’s father being among the first grains called to sea.
By Thom Hills5 years ago in Fiction