humanity
The evolution of humanity, from one advancement to the next.
Worthless
Grime under nails she thumbed through the paper, some torn, some burnt, some covered in blood. She reached her number, twenty thousand, feeling the weight of the wad press against her palms like it still meant anything. Smooth on her skin, a caress of a past life. She raised her arms and opened her fingers, letting the notes pass through the gaps and float into the breeze. The air rained them back down onto her, hundreds and thousands and hard-earned at that. They drifted, twirling against a burnt sky that so few eyes gazed upon still.
By Zoe Taylor5 years ago in Futurism
Stories from the Stargazer
At night, he lays awake. Watching, waiting, counting the stars above him until the universe speaks again. Despite having gathered a generous amount of stories from the universe so far, the Stargazer had become accustomed to the silence of space. In between his epiphanies and conversations with the oracle, the Stargazer often sat with his head on a tilt, patiently waiting for the next exposition. Face to face with these celestial objects, the Stargazer began to feel the immeasurable distance between them. His mind puzzled at the dense night sky above him.
By Gray Sends5 years ago in Futurism
Morals, Ethics, and Truths
It was easy for me to find the money. To build my beliefs up, especially when I found this Strange Mysterious Black Book. At first the book looked blank accept for this mysterious writing, it started to alter right before my very eyes. It started to say " What does your spirit need?" I began to think about this question and the book began to act strangely. I dropped it but it did not hit the floor it started to levitate and the pages started to flip back and forth. If that was all that happened I think I would have been thinking it was a dream, but after that light that came from both the heavens and the core of the Earth. My life changed, I now have my own Spiritual Text, that points me into the right direction.
By Jack Waldon5 years ago in Futurism
The New World Order
The time was five-thirty in the morning in Salamanca, Spain. The dark conference room was barely illuminated by the bright LED numbers flashed from March 21st, 2085, to telling the time. Maria de Santo Domingo sat in almost complete silence, albeit for the agitated rhythm of her fingers moving up and down in a wave on the wooden table. Maria was a woman of action that barely seemed to take time to breathe, let alone sit still by herself. Unfortunately, humanity had yet to learn how to control time, so she would have to endure waiting until it was noon.
By Jack Oliver Plumer5 years ago in Futurism
The Mystery Of Bitcoin
By Roberto Alago Everything comes to an end. Every ending is a new beginning. Bitcoin is no different. The arrival of Bitcoin marks the beginning of an era. One where greed, power and war have no place. One where commerce will be unleashed and the world becomes a village.
By Roberto Alago5 years ago in Futurism
The Anti Christ Trials and Tribulations, Schizophrenia in the 21st century
THE ANTI-CHRIST Trials and Tribulations are SCHIZOPHRENIA IN THE 21st CENTURY HOW THE HELL DID I GET HERE Everything had always been over for me. Hi, welcome to the cuckoos house. I'm being strapped to a hospital bed. Those dammed white suits. They code whited me. They had me completely surrounded. Holding me down. My legs. My arms. Even my head. But I'm not even resisting. Like what the fuck. I'm completely still. Holding back the urge to go nuts and start throwing knock out punches. Women and men without prejudice. Imagining pleading self defence in court. Explaining to the judge how it was all over a cookie wrapper and thus justified by them getting physical with me, for no reason. I could have knocked them all out. It's easily done with practice. I’ve had lots and done it at least twenty times. Out numbered. Fighting mad crowds of people all by myself. One time I knocked seven guys out one after the other until I got a cheap shot from some gubbly eyed bouncer twice my size who couldn't possibly take me on his own. One good hook up under the jaw just rubbers the legs right under you. Instead I'm not doing anything. I'm remaining stoic. Playing it victim style as i was. The fucking cookie wrapper wasn't even mine. Maybe it was. Who cares. It's still no reason to attack someone calmly writing in bed. The real reason was that I was refusing medication for schizophrenia.
By Darren Bouchard5 years ago in Futurism
