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A Respite in Time
Dazed. Disoriented. The familiar feeling of being pulled into a random time zone, came rushing back like a knife to the gut. As I trudged across what felt like grass, my exo suit began adapting to the unknown surroundings. I looked at my hands, still seeing blurred double vision from the time jump, and noticed this time the suit was giving me a completely new disguise. The suits advanced fabric danced across my body, layering itself like a chameleon to give me some kind of black, tailcoat jacket? "Alexa, where am I?" I exclaimed.
By Ryan Cameron5 years ago in Futurism
Just Like Everyone Else
The bunker was 100 miles east and north of Seattle, almost in Canada, miles from anywhere, yet here Pete was, back in five minutes, holding a case of Cristal, $20,000 worth of bubbly, the last time they bought it. Which was eight years ago, when they got here. The virus, political disintegration and economic collapse were reasons enough for Billy and Warren to head for the underground palace and plan the new world order they would head up when it was all over.
By David Williams5 years ago in Futurism
The Big Payday
The spiraling, white light was blinding. It was also textured, which made Marcus nauseous. He could feel centuries flow through his body, like a thread through a needle. The feeling of warping, then walking through time and space to a specific time and place was always… well, weird. But it was a living.
By Rado Randriamamonjy5 years ago in Futurism
TOD, Time of Death
At first blush, knowing the future sounds pretty neat. Who wouldn't want to know what stocks were going to be hot next week, or next week's Power Ball numbers? But there can be a downside. Can't say I'm much interested in knowing when I or anybody else is going to die. That is terrible information to have.
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Futurism
Seeing a Rhino
At the time the law was passed by Congress, environmentally conscious young adults held a growing majority in both the House and the Senate. Older generations championing traditions of a different epoch had finally dried up and cracked like paint from the old wood siding of a house. The Biodiversity Encouragement, Appreciation, and Research Act (the BEAR Act) mandated new funding for the study of all threatened species, especially large animals and predators, which science had shown to be particularly sensitive to habitat disruption. The title of the act and its acronym represented a memorial to the polar bear.
By C. James Snyder5 years ago in Futurism
Black Book Poque
City of Ankh 3030 The mirrored skyscrapers towered over the city of Ankh. Within these high rise walls, the affluent residents frowned down upon the bustling streets below. These windows were a looking glass for the inhabitants into a world that many had not physically entered since the outbreak. The city center had one building, the Exodus Corporation Tower, that loomed menacingly over the rest.
By Gretchen Weed5 years ago in Futurism
The End Where We Meet
The trees start whispering one morning, like a chatter of teeth, as the National Guard trucks filter through the one-way street of Highborn Avenue. Tommy Finch watches with an unease making his stomach flutter, his breath fogging out each scant moment, and he wonders if his father has awoken from the latest blackout last night. He peels his eyes away and shakes his head before he ducks under the nearby cafe’s awning.
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Futurism
The Melancholy of a Dystopian Gentlemen
Well. Here I am again. Seems this is my life now. Rummaging for hours through endless garbage and clutter, looking for something that could just as well not even exist. What a life to live. Five-thousand credits. That’s all I needed to get on that bus and be done with all of this. Avalon is offering maintenance jobs that are hiring on the spot in Waco City and are transporting people by the bus load to take up the offer. Room and board included. I wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but this dreary old city, working for this less than accommodating corporation. A crisis scouring unit. Humph. That title was nothing more than a fancy name for a premium custodian with minimal detective skills. Oh well. Where would I get that kind of money from, anyway? It was wishful thinking… So here I am again. Searching for nothing in a place that’s as good as nowhere. The joy of life. What even is any of this stuff? If I had to take a guess, I would say that this used to be some sort of warehouse or factory, based on the multitude of complicated machinery and the litter of hazardous debris scattered throughout the place. There were bicycle parts, moldy old teddy bears and… wait. What is that? Under a pile of rubble sat something that seemed to stand out from the rest of it. It was a little black notebook bound by a sturdy black elastic strap that seemed to be a bit worn from time but also seemed to be in some sort of good shape still. I would normally look over an item like this one but it seemed so out of place here and I didn’t have much hope of finding anything else. I picked it up and opened it to find that it was mostly empty aside from loggings on the first three pages. I knew it wasn’t long until we would be given our lunch break. There also wasn’t anything more obviously interesting, nor was it much to read, so I sat down on one of the metal stools in the room and began reading the first log. It read:
By Dominik Thomas5 years ago in Futurism
