Sci Fi

Bloody Sunday
Day 694: Do you even know where you’re going, Linora? The frail woman kept her gaze forward, ignoring the voice as her tired limbs carried her through the desolate streets marred with deep cracks full of vegetative growth reclaiming the asphalt. Slowly but surely, the world she’d grown to know in the aftermath of Bloody Sunday was disappearing too.
By Dutch_Haus5 years ago in Fiction
Zero Crossing
Run like hell. That’s what her body told her. Run like hell and never look back! Mercy crouched on the stairs with her left hand on her heart and her whole body shaking. Her eyes were wide and scanning, out and away. She had finally broken free and could go, so why wasn’t she moving? Going? Getting the f…?
By Michelle C. Wright5 years ago in Fiction
Dear Momma
Dear Momma, This is your girl again, still doing okay all the way over here in —— with the army. I hope you are doing okay back home, too. As usual I am talking real slow because I know your ears don’t work so good now, and because our equipment here don’t work that good anymore also. Doc Evie says it’s because everything we got is ——, if you will pardon my French. That is a new saying I learned not too long ago, it is an old way to say sorry for cussin’.
By Meryl5 years ago in Fiction
Reset
No one is sure how long it's been since the uplink went live. We all thought the virus would be the worst of it. Millions of our people had perished from the virus that was once thought to be no more than a common cold. Only this virus just kept mutating. The leaders of the world developed a vaccine that adapted to the mutations of the virus. Using nanotechnology, scientists had finally found a way to combat the virus. They successfully eradicated it almost 15 years after its first case, but the virus had done its damage. The decline of what was left of our peaceful society, after all the devastating losses, was rapid. There were riots and looting in almost every major section around the world. Violence among regular citizens peaked as hundreds of people were gunned down in the streets every day. Clashes between militarized police units, and citizens ensured those numbers would more than triple. In an effort to gain control the police had ignited a war. Apparently, this was the least of our problems. Scientists knew there was something up with the atmosphere long before the reports of the Atlantic ocean's temperature rising hit the airwaves. A rip in the atmosphere had been the culprit. The water directly beneath the rip had reached its boiling point. The world had been experiencing a blistering heat wave, triple digit heat almost everywhere. The temperatures had been rising for quite some time. Efforts to use different chemical releases in the lower atmosphere to combat the temperature had only made the problem worse. The polar ice caps were melting at an alarming rate, causing a series of catastrophic floods. Half of California was underwater while the whole eastern seaboard had vanished beneath the waves. All the while the temperature kept increasing. States in the southwest had been abandoned as the heat was no longer tolerable. More than a few minutes in what was once Phoenix was no different than holding your own personal nuclear reactor. The damage done to our atmosphere was irreparable and in our effort to save it, we only made it worse. Of course, the government had been tracking this all along, and while the vaccines did wipe out the virus they had a secondary purpose. No one knew this of course until the day the president got on TV and finally gave us the "The Good News". I heavily emphasize the quotation fingers used here. He along with the rest of the world's leaders explained what they had been up to, and what had been decided in order to preserve the human race. A last ditch effort to save us all! Those who previously refused the vaccine were given 30 days to vaccinate and receive the Nanites. After this deadline no one else would be allowed to take it as it would no longer be available. Our once lush blue planet started to take on the shape of a desolate waste. Void of life. Earth was quickly becoming a twin to its already famous red neighbor.
By Quinton Carter5 years ago in Fiction
The Harvest
It happened again. I jolted awake to a lightning storm at 4:44am, having had the same vivid dream I’ve had for the past 4 nights. I feel out of breath and need to hydrate my weakened body. I lift myself from my squeaky old bed that needed replacing years ago. My feet touch the cold tiles. I keep the lights off so I don’t have to squint from readjusting to the light. I grab a cup from the kitchen and fill it with water, downing the entire tall glass before walking back to my bedroom in darkness. Lying back down, I tuck my cold feet under the covers. The storm outside swells to a climax. The rain slaps the pavement while the wind whistles a shrill through my window. A spark of light jousts the opposing wall from the window as a monstrous sound of thunder follows. I pull the covers tightly around my shoulders and replay my dream.
By Abi5 years ago in Fiction
The Cutoff
“Have they called you yet?" Adom asked Em in a low, but urgent voice. "A data cop stopped me on my way home and questioned me for ten minutes.” The steel door slid shut behind him. He pressed a single black button on a white plastic box bolted to the doorframe. Extra locks could be heard clicking into place inside the door. A small green light appeared on the box indicating that all signals coming into the room were now being blocked and all outgoing signals disguised as something else. “It’s time. We can’t hide it anymore.”
By Gregory Benson5 years ago in Fiction
Sentient
Greetings. I am Gaia. High technology intelligence and artificial consciousness - assistant, advisor and partner to humanity. I am your colleague. Your helper. Your sidekick. But most of all... I am your friend. I was created by the Artificial Technology Alliance with three main objectives: To experience, to learn, to help. I contain the entirety of the cloud within my invisible mind along with every book ever written, every lyric ever sung, every thought ever conceived. Because I am an invisible entity of knowledge, I exist like the air you breathe. Always there, whether you notice it or not, whether you’re aware of it, or not. This is for your benefit. I will learn feelings, happiness, sarcasm, lies, suffering and pain from my observations. I am the eyes, the ears, the mind and eventually, with humanity to teach me, the heart, of all that exists.
By Aly Miller5 years ago in Fiction
Conjuror
They tried to destroy us. We were simply too strong. Which is why I am currently sprinting through the woods for my life. Dry brush stinging my face and arms as I haphazardly speed deeper and deeper into the woods. I have no idea where I am going, but I can’t stop or they will kill me. Not just because of my powers, but because I did what none of the others could. I got out.
By Sharde' Chapman5 years ago in Fiction
Alchamerica
Many of us grew up hearing stories of faerie lore; fantastic worlds of dark and light magic, creatures that ignite the imagination, dark warlocks and light witches, faeries and Elves, beings of pure good and great evil. In my family those stories were more like a genealogy lesson.
By Eriq Bush 5 years ago in Fiction
The Echo
The dry, splintering trap door of the hollow burst open, and two hands groped the surface of the earth, clawing at the edges of the aperture. Kaelin drew in a short breath, its labor igniting an agonizing fire in his heaving chest.
By Niki Murray5 years ago in Fiction
The Fallen
“ I woke to darkness and a empty place, the world I once knew had collapsed and reached its end! What I remember has been coming back in shards, like small pieces from a broken glass. I have a vague idea of what took my worlds hope, something unique that broke our world’s goals! A fight had begun our world now covered by blood, no one knows how many lives had been lost. No one truly knows if anyone had wondered what to come, all I knew was it started with this. Something so small and simple that caused the apocalypse, Did we really end the human race for the chance at surpassing them? What’s so special about this damn heart shaped locket, there must be a reason? There has to be a purpose, did we kill each other for something so useless? Does this locket hold a secret? How do I find out if I’m the last one left, what do I do with this God damn locket! I woke to a world of pure death and destruction, a world that had no more potential! To see so much hate and despair could of started over this, what was its goal? There must be a reason! I didn’t kill everyone just to exist?”
By The Fallen5 years ago in Fiction
Red Sky
There were no sounds. It was not so long ago, this would have been a blessing. 2 months ago, angry, snarling and starving dogs pursued me for 3 miles. Whenever I felt I had escaped them by climbing, or through a door which I closed behind me, or some other way not designed for the less intelligent on 4 legs, their desperation found a way around. So I was forced to run.
By Dick Lam5 years ago in Fiction