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All That Glitters
For all that glistens under these voracious streams of techno-iridescent lights, a tear can be shed for the scroungers down on the base floor. This shivoo is replete with wealthy sadists, and I am here as another object for them to throw money at. The room is the coloring book of a child. Blistering streaks of colors frantically wave their arms of light across the dance floor. From time to time again, the rays choose to wash over me, a rapture of neon carrying me away, just to leave me still here moments after. A woman approaches the bar that I am sitting at and orders me a drink. There’s a profound sense of confidence and beauty that she carries. I notice this as she ogles my body like a canabilist in a human slaughterhouse. Off into the ornate she goes, I know I will be seeing her later tonight.
By Teagan Lilliebjerg5 years ago in Futurism
Sanity
The cold cuts to my soul, the lack of light makes the shiver feel like it matches the landscape. I smell the wet dirt- that is all there is. There is no green anywhere. I always thought that there would be time. God, I miss it now. Those small things, a birdsong, trees, good smells coming from the kitchen. How long ago was that?
By Lori Dunlap5 years ago in Futurism
Out of your element
Chapter 1 A “Galactic Migration” occurred in 2132 as people on Earth were moving to exoplanet Centaurio. The move was due to the fact that all of the natural resources had finally been used up, but also to avoid the catastrophic comet collision of 2137, “Halley’s Hell-Raiser” which destroyed the majority of Earth.
By Ebony Thurman5 years ago in Futurism
HIGHRISE SKYLINE
The traveler's battered motor struggles to carry his rusted boat over the outskirts of what used to be Fort Lauderdale, a concrete swamp abandoned by the corporate conglomerate that governed it after pushing the federal government out of the southeastern states, the US losing around half their now perpetually contested land in identical fashion. The rest of south and central Florida generally suffered a similar fate as the Atlantic Ocean continued to devour the state, driving away corporate interest. Still, first counts for something, capable of withstanding the cloud of toxic spores engulfing the dilapidated ruins, mutated alligators densely populate nearly every block. The traveler locks his gaze on 4 solar-powered air boats buzzing north into the decrepit city, each carrying a duo of Riptide reclamation officers, every one of them equipped appropriately, breathable Nanokevlar armor leading up to a lightweight, corporate-grade alloy filtration helmet, the dome outfitted with a heads up display detailing vitals and environmental info, everything marked with their signature tsunami logo. The traveler’s helmet, however was nearly opaque from condensation. He’ll be lucky to make it through without heat stroke. Functional A/C is typically standard in even the cheapest filtration units, popular after 2064 saw the climate’s true point of no return. Unfortunately, the edentate merchant in Orlando failed to supply or mention this basic component before charging full price and vanishing promptly.
By Chris Conway5 years ago in Futurism
The Dream Cradle
Mitta’s Dream Cradle inspired more engagement and artistic-cultural consequences than expected. After receiving the Sky Heron Grant for Integrative Arts (mostly a package of studio time, craft supplies, and food credit at the neighborhood cupboard), they were planning for a familiar trajectory. Generate a decent enough artist statement about liminality, dream healing and proto-language to entice a few people to risk the trip to the gallery. The installation would be mildly exciting, beautiful even, but also confusing and ultimately forgotten by the time people returned to the regular survival rhythm of their lives.
By Larissa Kaul5 years ago in Futurism
All that is left
They lay still on the soft earth, hands clasped as they gazed at the passing clouds. This evening was quieter than usual, the wind had died down and sun glinted gold in patches of unexpectedly blue sky. Perhaps the air was clearing; perhaps this was the break they had been desperately hoping for.
By Alex Wightman 5 years ago in Futurism
