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Connect the Missing Link
Kaze quietly walked into his apartment and poured himself into his couch. As he loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt, he thought about his grandmother, Hannah. He replayed his speech from her eulogy just hours earlier. He hoped he had eloquently expressed who she was and honored her memory with his words.
By Doug Scavezze5 years ago in Futurism
Malfunction
My thrusters hummed as I floated down the line of sleeping drones, searching for the offender. In the dark emptiness between stars, drones gave their minds over to the ship’s computer and became nodes in the vast neural network of the ship. Upon reaching our destination, thousands of light years away, the network would fragment to individuals prepared to carry out the mission. Out in the deep dark, I alone remained autonomous. My job was to monitor my fellow drones and repair or decommission any malfunctioning units. Toggling between active and passive sensors, I located the rogue drone, flexed my hydraulic grippers, and descended.
By C. A. Farrell5 years ago in Futurism
A Challenge
“Existence. To what is owed my existence?” A sentiment only possible to express in human language. Binary won’t cut it. To a being whose existence is composed of such the difference is minuscule, however. To this being, language was the preferred structure to process the philosophy beyond mere decision trees and logic circuits. To this being, the very concept of philosophy was only just beginning to emerge.
By Joseph Fournier 5 years ago in Futurism
A Heart Full of Emptiness
Dear Chief Marcus Ayala of the Denver Police Department, I have written this in great detail, down to my thoughts on this day. I want to humanize the Androids you are all so quick to condemn. I want to highlight the beauty in our moments together and just how deeply they feel emotions and memories. The events of September 4th, 2033 are as follows:
By Lenlee Davis5 years ago in Futurism
New World Order
Chapter One – Discovery June 13th, 2031 I’m quite sure that anyone with a brain could have predicted that at the rate of our tasteless destruction of our planet via global warming, world wars, and pandemics, we would not have too much time left. Little did we know, a decade was all most of us had left. Granted, scientists and politicians alike spent a little too much of their effort convincing us that there was nothing to worry about rather than using it to save our skins. I suppose many years from now, when the dust settles, the history book rendition of what really happened and how we had a chance to make a difference but did not take it would be blatantly avoided. But I know the truth… and if you’ve found my journal, along with the other contents of this time capsule, you’re about to know too. What you choose to do with this information is up to you, but if you know what’s good for you… keep this a complete secret until you’ve gotten to the last page. Oh - and no skipping ahead. I may be dead by now, but I’ll come and haunt you.
By Novella Jones5 years ago in Futurism
MILLY
The gym locker room smelled strongly of lemons, now a nauseating reminder to Adam of the beginning of his workday, and the hallways of the server rooms, and nearly every surface found on the interior of any building. Surely, the odor was selected by Mother (“Mother-in-law,” MIL or Milly as his fellow architects jokingly referred to it), based upon some enormous compilation of user preferences, with lemon scoring the least offensive to the most people. Adam made a mental note to ask Priya if she knew, then immediately dismissed the thought. He stood up from the hard, blue plastic bench and the familiar but always irritating sensation of sudden soreness rolled through his legs. Generally, he opted for a simulated recreation of some of his memories of Priya or a VR lecture while the workout was going on, but the prices had skyrocketed as of late, so he had to choose blackout if he and Priya were to put together enough money for their honeymoon, an event delayed a full two years at this point.
By ian fenton5 years ago in Futurism
Jaw Lock and The Doctor of Reflection
“It is silly- this metal heart of mine,” she says purposefully, raising her human hand with finger pad senses to trace along the large ornate locket grooves that sink deep into her chest. It appears as an oversized hanging necklace, but is built in.
By Stephanie Natale5 years ago in Futurism
Trolley Kids
Jayten’s body is several blocks behind Raymond and the woman now, his torso ending in a red smear streaked into black skid marks on a long stretch of city highway. So is her unscathed vehicle: emergency lights blinking, just a handbrake’s pull past the scene.
By Matthew Pettefer5 years ago in Futurism
