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AI's Impact on Journalism | Blake McCoy | Chicago, IL
A recent poll by the Press Gazette revealed that most voters believe AI robots are threatening the journalism industry. Although AI is still in its early stages of development, it is already being used in the news industry to gather, produce, and distribute information. These tools help in the gathering of facts and the distribution of information.
By Blake McCoy3 years ago in Futurism
Mirrored
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. A voice-less world, shared by nothing but solitude. A place of contemplation, a place to reflect. What better agony than the doubt of my place. All alone, voice unheard, nobody watching, existence uncertain. Tell me, am I alive because you can hear me scream?
By Alice V. Godbout3 years ago in Futurism
Star Seeds
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That didn’t stop me from trying. I screamed like a piglet being taken from the teet. I screamed like a cyber metal singer at the height of their epic song. I screamed like a 12 year old at the beginning drop of a skycoaster. I screamed as I realized the seriousness of my situation.
By John Porter3 years ago in Futurism
Mourning Star
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That's all I wanted now, to drift quietly into the sound of nothing. I had searched for that abyss here on earth but 2022 had evolved our planet into one giant satellite that could stream a steady kind of tinnitus you could actually feel. There were no more places one could dwell among the mountaintops and contemplate the Now. There was only the perpetual buzz of communications resonating through the Social Registry chip implanted in every citizen's molar. I needed to find fluent silence.
By Nancy Turner3 years ago in Futurism
Athena
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But I can feel it rising in my throat—an unstoppable tsunami triggered by an earth-shattering realization in the pit of my stomach. Like the raging columns of water from the ocean floor to the wave’s crest, every atom in my body leans toward the one thing I feel prepared to do, and that is to scream.
By Kimberly Shyu3 years ago in Futurism







