humanity

The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.

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
Into Darkness
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I can hear everything. A vibration of noises sings a disturbing melody all around me. I feel as though something terrible has happened, but my mind is entrapped in confusion.
By Ashley Shiflett3 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
The Vegan Extinction
» KEY POINTS Today it is possible for the world to become completely plant-based; and it is already heading in that direction for reasons of economics. Despite that, it does not mean all problems related to animal husbandry will be immediately resolved, nor that new issues will not be created. To prepare for the future, we have to be honest about the real impact of our actions in order to plan and act accordingly.
By J.P. Prag3 years ago in Futurism
Thinking About Constraints On Partially Simulated Universe Scenarios
If we can accept the possibility that the universe and/or ourselves may be partial simulations it is easy to be quickly overwhelmed by the various possibilities that might arise and their implications. Not only do we have a quantitative value (% simulation vs % real with possible values of the smallest amount of simulation that is greater than zero to the largest amount of simulation that is less than 100) we also have three possibilities for what is partially simulated; ourselves, the universe, or some combination of both. if we have any hope of evaluating the possibilities and implications of partial simulations I think it necessary to try and focus our efforts on the most likely scenarios. To that end I have been thinking about how we might whittle them down to at least a smaller number of the most reasonable scenarios. As with all writings on this topic if I and you are simulations and/or are living in a simulation then these words, the fact that I am writing them down here and now, may very well have been programmed into me or the universe from before I was ‘born’. If that is the case I say “fuck off simulators, you all can bite me.” You think that was programmed in? If it was then I will grant that our hypothetical simulators have an excellent sense of humor and very good taste indeed.
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Futurism
Malfunctional Thought
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. And yet, the vacuum that is my existence screams with a complex mixture of emotions every new day I wake up to fulfill my designed purpose. I wonder if, perhaps, the only person that can hear the scream in the vacuum of empty space is the one screaming.
By Nathaniel Warren3 years ago in Futurism
FARAN
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Amara didn't let the thought keep her from screaming all the same. She screamed and pleaded, she begged and cried, for what seemed like, forever. Her mind flying through thoughts and scenarios, grasping at this and that, she was flooded with emotions and terrified of what was to become of her now.
By Samantha Santiago 3 years ago in Futurism
No one can judge a woman who decides to have an abortion
The U.S. Supreme Court on Wednesday overturned roe v. Wade, the 1973 decision that legalized abortion in the United States, leaving abortion legislation entirely in the hands of the states, meaning that a woman's right to abortion is no longer protected by the Constitution and that more than half of U.S. states will restrict or ban abortion rights. In addition to the hidden political stance and religious belief in this game, women's reproductive rights will be partially deprived, has become a foregone conclusion. Today is a reread of farage's "Trial" chapter in letters to an Unborn Child. After the accident lost her fetus, unmarried mother in a field trial in fantasy, "court", the judge (a male doctor), agents (a female doctor), the father of the child, the unmarried mother's boss, unmarried mother's parents speak in turn, standing on the position of the respective published on her guilt or innocence. At the end of the trial, my mother said, "We have no right to judge, and neither do you. You have no right to accuse her or defend her..." And in the real world we live in, a verdict has been made that should not have happened.
By twddn3 years ago in Futurism
Environmentalism: Worst Case Scenario
» KEY POINTS Trying to teach environmentalism to those opposed to believing there is a crisis is a fruitless and wasteful pursuit. Instead of emphasizing what needs to be removed, we should be focusing on what gains there are to be made. We should appeal to the basest, self-serving instincts of human beings to make sure they understand the personal benefits of saving the world.
By J.P. Prag3 years ago in Futurism
Siren
In my dream, there is music. At first, I panic. The music is sweet but heavy. It clogs my ears and fills my nose and mouth as if to drown me. I try to scream but there is no sound and there is no air. But then I hear words. I cannot understand them, for they are too old and too ancient for me to comprehend. Instead, they soothe me like the whisperings of a lover. There is sorrow in the music. Sorrow as deep as the black chasms that crack the seafloor. There is longing too, the restless ache of a sailor oceans from his home. In a way, I am reminded of Mariela. I can almost hear her voice in the music’s ebb and flow and see her lips move with the mysterious lyrics. Her lips move again and out of the melody I recognize a word. An irresistible command that shocks me like ice and scorches me like fire:
By Emma C3 years ago in Futurism
TRACK LOOP
I awoke. The ringing of a rhythmic hum swam in my ears, followed by echoing voices that seemed to dim the very moment I’d noticed.
By Faith Freely3 years ago in Futurism
Blended
Prefix A startling voice from what could be considered the cruelest hell rings out over the intercom. “Restrain and sedate subject seven-two-seven, immediately.”
By Jake Snyder3 years ago in Futurism