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BIRD
It doesn't always work out in the end, at least not for humanity. Bird was only 8 when her grandmother pushed the intricately engraved, heart-shaped locket into her hand. She remembered how cold the silver felt on her palm as she clasped it tightly. Bird was still a boy then; she hadn’t yet come into her own and embraced her truth.
By Melanie Hemans5 years ago in Futurism
Rebirth
Faerie wiped the sweat from her forehead before it found its way to her eyes. She tucked a tendril of her long, wavy, chestnut hair behind her ear so she could see better. The sweat burned her eyes and she felt like she hadn’t slept in days. Actually, she really hadn’t. She was sure her amber eyes were bloodshot and swollen. She was helping her guardian, Rey, check traps. They needed pelts to trade with the merchants for supplies when the travelling mercantile came to town next week. The expedition had taken longer than usual because of the refugee groups who were living in the forests. They were starving and tried to rob people who traveled on the main trails, so Rey decided to take a less efficient route through the forest.
By Dawn Salois5 years ago in Futurism
Safe Harbor
Everything you have ever read, watched, and experienced in life is real, and it is all coming together through the Great Calling that has reached all corners of the Cosmos. All galaxies and time frames collide to meet and join together on the future making of the New Life.
By Kelly Walker5 years ago in Futurism
The Delivery System
The virus itself had been a work of pure genius, no-one disputed that. 93% of the world’s population dead within four short weeks. Just a very rough estimate, of course. For some years afterwards, however, the few remaining marketing executives occasionally discussed the remarkable delivery system. Some said the final mortality wouldn’t have been more than about 75% without it.
By Sean Burke5 years ago in Futurism
Utopia Part 2
Continued from Part 1. It’s easy to smirk at my friend’s final comment, especially if you consider yourself a futurist. But it represents a common phenomenon, even amongst very clever people. And after all, why on earth should we spend any time thinking about what we want the world to look like in a hundred years? It would seem to make sense to focus on our current problems, and only worry about the next five to ten years or so.
By Conor McCammon5 years ago in Futurism
Carnivorous Vegans
Today, vegans are a small but dedicated group who, despite market pressure, make morally driven consumption decisions. That is, they allow a moral principle to guide their purchases and consumption over personal utility. Of course, some vegans just hate the taste of meat or are vegans for health reasons. But the vegans that I’m talking about specifically are Moral Vegans. Be it about rights, welfare, or the environment, Moral Vegans are stubbornly principled in the face of social conventions and economic influences. They often pay more for vegan alternatives, and are relatively marginalised in the marketplace (although a fairly robust niche for vegan alternatives has definitely emerged in the last few years). They remain stoic: they're in the right, and everyone else is making a terrible consumptive mistake.
By Conor McCammon5 years ago in Futurism
Utopia Part 1
I have a friend who is very smart (this is an important detail). We both love talking about politics and so we have a long back-catalogue of passionate conversations. But a few years ago during one of these conversations I was struck by something which stuck with me.
By Conor McCammon5 years ago in Futurism
While the rest of the world...
here we was fucken great. There's jist us here now. I think it was Daz who finished ‘em off - I thought might ‘ave been Trent but he's a lazy bugger and can hardly be arsed to git off lounge unless they’s food involved. An he’s mostly off his face smoking any shit he can find. So it must ‘ave been Daz. He’s the one who most gives a crap about keeping the land vermin free. Weren’t me - I jus been here in the after times - lucky to git taken in. Must ave bin tweny days give or take, wandering in the desert - ya’ couldn’t live in towns unless you had a wollap of cash only fat cats is there and thems that wait on ‘em.
By A.J. Roberts5 years ago in Futurism
