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Exploring the future of science today, while looking back on the achievements from yesterday. Science fiction is science future.

The Things I do Have
“SMACK” My cheek hit the concrete, and I could feel the small rocks in my palms as I tried to lift myself from the pavement.
By Mitchell G Kressin5 years ago in Futurism
Memories That Aren't Mine.
Well, humans finally did it. We went and started the final war, or so they say. In the blink of an eye, things changed. They say it wasn’t a state actor that caused the collapse but many smaller acts by terrorist cells. First they targeted oil pipelines. They hit the computer networks that ran them and shut them down. This caused prices to skyrocket across the US and eventually Canada, Mexico and farther out.
By Jeff Miller5 years ago in Futurism
Love Behind the Veil
Sitting in a café, I could feel a heavy weight in the pit of my stomach dreading what was to come. I was born a mere thirty years ago and never experienced a time of peace. Life has been a constant mayhem since I could remember. It all began when the world was divided into three parts over one hundred years ago. The world organization did away with smaller countries and made three major nations. They wanted to make things as simplistic and systematic as possible. They thought this would help with ending poverty and death rates, but it only made matters worse. Soon after, the war began. The leaders gained so much power that they hungered for even more and became jealous of what the other had.
By Lindsay Little5 years ago in Futurism
Prescience
When she had finally got it open, all the tiny pills--microdots--nearly fell out. Fortunately, a little piece of paper held them together inside the back half of the silver locket that was shaped like a rounded heart.
By Lawrence Leopoldo5 years ago in Futurism
Collective Failure
Few people noticed when the shortages started. It was a slow process and we were all tired out from the pandemic. Food portions decreased while prices went up. Labor shortages caused domino effects in supplies of fuel and raw materials. Before we knew it our lives were different. Designated days at the grocery store lottery soon gave way to mass panic and looting. Gas pumps began to dry up and communications networks went down one by one.
By Michael Paddock5 years ago in Futurism
The Soul Generator
I wake up in a cold sweat, the touch of your icy skin hurts my hands. ‘Why are you so cold?’ I ask, your blue eyes look up at me as your body disintegrates like embers on a burning fire. I’m not awake, and neither are you.
By Lucille Hamilton5 years ago in Futurism
Killer Clouds
At first, it reminded me of looking at the clouds through an airplane window. Their clouds—the “killer clouds”—sat like oversized trees on the world’s most famous lawn, towering over even the skyscrapers that still stood in New York City.
By Hunter Bates5 years ago in Futurism
The Collapse
I never dreamt of opening it. I’ve worn this heart for seventeen years, without troubling the secret shut inside it. “Open it alone,” mama said “and only when there’s absolutely no way out. You’ll know when it’s time.” The locket had belonged to my grandmother — your great-grandmother — and once would have held portraits of treasured loved ones ensconced in its tiny golden folds. Perhaps it still does. It was our last meeting, our last embrace before they took her. Mama clasped the chain around my neck and held me tight, whispering “Keep it on and keep fighting til the end. I’m always with you”. I wish that were true. I’ve yearned for mama’s calm wisdom every day of these seventeen years. Then I was separated from you, my darling, and I thought I would die of the heart ache. It’s amazing what the human heart can bear. The past eight years without you have been gruelling, torturous at times. The hope that you have survived, that we will find each other again, has kept me alive, more than anything, more than water … until now. Now I think — I know — it’s time. I’m finally going to find out what gives this little locket such surprising weight.
By Zelda5 years ago in Futurism
A Locket Full of Surprises
There is always a reason to kill someone and always a reason someone wants you dead. Today someone will be dead, and it won’t be me. It will be a bunch of people and the world will be better off. So now I play my role, to lure the bees to the flower. I have to play the role of the sitting duck, so I must sit in a cold auditorium and watch my dad get an award. It’s cold today. It is always cold during awards ceremonies, colder when it is not you getting the award. But I have to be here, it’s a dying man’s request. I can’t believe that anyone would hold anything anywhere close to Chicago in the dead of winter. The weather is the least of my concerns, I got shot the last time I was outside of Virginia and any random idiot could get a twofer today. I am going to stop doing things for the sake of nostalgia or out of some misplaced debt that I think that I may owe to someone. I am on a stage with my father as he gets some sort of Lifetime Achievement Award for being the president who collapsed the world. Maybe that is not entirely true. He didn’t collapse the world by himself, but he did drop the bombs that started the process.
By Thomas Scurlock 5 years ago in Futurism
The Cœur Locket®
Powerful. Timeless. Breathtaking. TerraCorp’s latest line of jewelry also became its last. Forged from metals found deep in the heart of the Earth; plated with the organization’s newest blend of trade-secret Zemra™ alloys; with a ‘heart-within-a-heart’ core made of revolutionary blue Sydänite. The Cœur Locket®.
By Zach Campbell5 years ago in Futurism
Cryptofomo
She pressed her heart into my hand. It was all that was left of value. The bellhops were buying but no-one seemed to be selling. Everyone recognised the bubble forming but Cryptofomo had not only taken hold but was spreading at what should have been an alarming rate. Of course there were naysayers, but every time the market made their predicted correction it would just as quickly bounce back with interest. People may not have understood exactly what it was they were buying, but they certainly understood that they couldn’t get enough of it. Demand for cryptocurrency continued to outstrip supply. Cash would soon be confetti.
By Stephen Wyatt5 years ago in Futurism
The News
It was one of those waiting rooms where the air conditioner blasted as cold as the shrinking Antarctic, a TV played a sports game, and magazines eagerly announced which of the latest celebrities had gotten married or divorced or remarried. In other words, it was perfect for how I looked on the outside: a young, blonde, white woman, wearing high heels and dangly earrings, the image of a stereotypical businesswoman. It also meant that on the inside, I hated it.
By Clara Beth Lee5 years ago in Futurism